About Me
My name is Angel.
I am a revolutionary Crip, a Black intellectual, and a vessel of stories too heavy for one body—but I carry them anyway.
I was born in Belgium, raised in exile, and made in the fire of contradictions.
I’m Autistic, Disabled, and chronically ill. I live with a sub-type of Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome and DID. I also live with imagination, Ancestral memory, and Revolutionary Love.
My body is not simply a metaphor. It is a record.
Of empire. Of survival. Of resistance.
I do not soften who I am—I name it:
I am a Negro. A Philosopher. A Whore. A Gender-Nonconforming Dyke. A Faggot. A Queer. A sex worker. A believer in the sacred.
My work lives at the crossroads of disability justice, decolonial thought, and collective memory.
I’m building something bigger than me—and if you’re reading this, maybe you are too.
Why Subscribe?
Because I’m not here to perform—I’m here to reveal.
I’m Black, Autistic, and Disabled. I live in a colonized body, think in dialectics, and love out loud.
This Substack is:
part memoir
part curriculum
part archive of resistance
If you’ve ever felt like your body was a battleground, your mind a border, or your spirit a survivor—you’ll find something here.
What You'll Find
Revolutionary essays
Open letters to systems & ghosts
Political theory that feels
Notes from the margins
Rage-laced love poems
Grief. Joy. Fire. Teaching.
The occasional “fuck this”
And a lot of truth without polish
My Promise
I don’t promise consistency.
I promise integrity.
This is for:
the ones who dream and remember
the ones who survived and won’t stop surviving
the ones who know survival isn’t enough—we need transformation
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This isn’t just a newsletter. It’s a thread between us.
A way to grow together, in real time.
Come Be in Community
Every like, every share, every quiet read—I feel it.
Thank you for witnessing me. I’m witnessing you too.
If something stirs you, reach out.
If something feels too raw, stay anyway.
We’re building something tender and revolutionary. Together.
You’re welcome here. Always.
With love,
Angel
