I sat there scrolling through my feed in the morning, as I usually do, and stumbled upon it. I knew what would happen as soon as I did. These things do have a tendency to move me so. But I clicked, anyway. And when it was over I sat there, kicking myself for getting all … Continue reading the beauty in the mob.
inktober #13, 23 october 2015.The words sank in further as my eyes scanned the sentence again, stinging with the first drops of tears, tears I never could seem to will to come before, but that these days fall so freely. I let the words float through my mind before their inevitable land in my heart, the … Continue reading the pan i might have found.
“a f*cked-up fairytale” source material; composition book & journal, 2001. I didn’t set out to write a novel. It happened completely by accident, one of those life-changing moments that, at the time it happens, seems completely innocuous. I never doubted that I’d spend my life writing in one medium, film. Screenwriting had been it for me. … Continue reading source material & fiction.
my name is pan ellington and i am not a lesbian. i am queer. nor am i a girl. or a boy. i am androgyne. i am trans. me, shaving. ca, 1978.i grew up in a boring, suburban town outside of los angeles with a regular mom and dad for a time, neither of whom i … Continue reading my name is pan ellington.