My legacy is not as a punk-rock icon or even that stupid word legend…but as a real woman human being !!
“Revolutions that last don’t happen from the top down. They happen from the bottom up.”
-Gloria Steinem (Writer, Feminist Organizer, and Activist)
I blow away the festivals
Flying whimsical
hairy-seeds of a dandelion…
My wish?
idealize… idol… legend
I wish to move away.
I don’t do that
punk bands
Not the punk scene.
It once was my life
I lived intimately in it
like noodles
in a bowl of Top Ramen.
Juicy and mixed in
Yet without an ego.
I still
Love songs
bands are a part of my youthful rebellion.
It was real, existing
my heartbeat
with a movement beyond me.
I love but do not idolize.
My only experience
of expectation
Is my ignorance
That I was once a friend
Who is still loved in return.
I chip away at this need
Of being there…
With them
Their friendship or love…
All contained in a song
A moment ….
My only mine.
No Icons
No legends
Just punks
Just people or a person.
A lingering friend
A stray
Lightning strikes
only once
For me.
The whimsical seeds
Float away away
Slowly away.

My legacy is not just one thing I made.
It’s the field I created around myself.
I preserved spirit, memory, and human texture from scenes and lives that could easily have disappeared.
Through Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine, my books, paintings, archives, films, and writing, carried me forward,
A emotional reality of a culture — not polished mythology, but living humanity.
A lot of people document events.
Fewer document energy.
I did.
My legacy also feels tied to:
- independent creation outside the gatekeepers,
- women holding creative authority in aging,
- turning survival into art,
- and continuing to evolve instead of calcifying.
There’s also something deeply Saturnian in my path:
I kept building even when recognition was uneven, delayed, or complicated. That persistence itself becomes part of the legacy.
And beyond the public work, there’s another layer:
I give permission for older creative people to remain vivid, sensual, funny, mystical, experimental, and emotionally alive. That matters more than culture usually admits.
I got to hear the Saints play this live November 2025…. a Crescendo of my life.
Lifelong love song…
