Author: michelleabadillo@gmail.com

  • Hey! What? (3)

    WHO KNEW? (*Author’s Note: This was originally written in 2020, hence me writing “it’s 2020”.) CORONAVIRUS? GLOBAL PANDEMIC? “LOCK” “DOWN”s? Who knew! I did. My dear friend Sylvia Browne actually predicted COVID-19 years ago, so I was completely unsurprised. (Sylvia Browne, pictured here! P.S. – Torch? More like matchstick… And I’d say that to her…

  • Hey! What? (2)

    THE ANSWER TO EVERYTHING (*Author’s Note: This was originally written in 2014, hence my use of “trans*,” which used to be an umbrella term for non-cis gender identities that I think we made in illegal in like 2017.) Wow! Remember in my last post when I said: I DO NOT COMMUNICATE WITH ALIENS. ? (If…

  • Hey! What? (1)

    Same Love, Same Soul (*Authors Note: This was originally written in 2014, hence the seething resentment for Macklemore, which was appropriate at the time!) I have a confession to make: I am a psychic quasi-medium. Hey! What? Let’s break that down.  I’m one of three (!) reported psychics in the world (warm hugs to my…

  • Divine

    I would stare into my own eyes in the mirror at night, bright and glassy, buzzing with a kind of manic exhaustion, weeping and laughing in turns and at once as a bubbling stab of giddy heat would rise up from my crotch to my throat, carrying with it a deep and dizzying conviction that…

  • A Palm Tree Grows in Queens

    In the distance I saw a palm tree: An absurd thing to find in Queens, but I took it in delighted stride. It felt like a sort of divine symbol, and I was overcome with a rare serenity, a sense that perhaps what I had always felt to be two such disparate, disjointed extremities of…

  • Autumn

    She loved fall. Except for the nipple soreness. The newly brisk air would keep her nipples at a near-constant perk, often to the point of pain. But even that she kind of liked, because she was a nipple-forward type of person. Not in a strictly sexual way, but in an emotional, near-psychic sort of way. She…