Hi, I'm GB. The initials stand for Grievous Bananas—obviously. On the 116th anniversary of Abraham Lincoln attending Ford's Theatre for the last time, the first space shuttle—Columbia—landed, obstensibly bringing me to earth with it. Many years later I realized that I was not, in fact, some strange space experiment, but instead a late-diagnosed AuDHDer. *Cue Kronk gif about everything coming together*
Made of some form of material that attracts peculiar objects and information—and technically a cyborg, though a rather ill-considered one—I own entirely too many albums on all forms of plastics and other composites, ancient and obsolete technology for playing said albums, baseball caps with obscure logos, musical instruments that I cannot play, and heaps of trivial information. Run-on sentences are courtesy of ADHD.
As a disabled survivor, I am ridiculously patient and easy to talk to, but if someone starts punching-down, I will fight. I do not abide fascism, racism, ableism, ageism, and closed minded refusal of critial thinking and compassion. I love my friends and family in the LGBTQIA+ alphabet gang.
I am a father, and my kid is the greatest creation I've ever been a part of. My work does not define me, but the direction of my work is tied to who I am.