Little Punk

i'm a little punk

Someone called me a “Little Punk.” That was 4 years ago, and I still remember it.

I used to be a member of an artist collective in Oakland, where I got to know many local artists who are working hard on their craft and are very passionate about their work, hoping to make it one day. There’s a monthly arts event called “First Friday Art Murmur” that happens every first Friday of the month in which lots of art galleries in Oakland would open late and have openings. It has evolved into some kind of street fair scene.

On this particular first Friday, I was dancing through the streets full of people in and out of the galleries. Some were drinking beer, some were playing music and some were selling ice cream or poems. I wore a mask I made myself with felt and lots of plastic flowers from dollar store, passing out flyers of the improv troupe I was a part of.

Then I bumped into this guy who I got to know from the artist collective. He had moved to another state and was attending graduate school in art. We exchanged some news which I can’t remember any of, but somehow he said,

“(…blah blah blah…), yeah cuz you’re just a little punk.”

True. At that time, in that environment, with my outfit and mask and dancing and all, I probably looked exactly like what you would call a “little punk.”

And true. I’d rather be a “little punk” than your so-called adult these days. But, I’m more than “just a little punk.”

I’m a little punk who does mobile design and make more money than most of those “adults” out there. I’m a little punk who’s starting her own fashion business. I’m a little punk who’s a part owner of a kickboxing gym. I’m a little punk who always, ALWAYS, break the dance floor completely sober while people are still needing one more drink to start the night. I’m a little punk who is not afraid to be punched in the boxing ring, not afraid to fall down in the roller rink, not afraid to totally forget the moves in a dance class. I’m a little punk who does all this in her 2nd language.

He’s right. I am a little punk. And when I grow up, I’m going to be a big punk. And when I grow old, I’m going to be an old punk. Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you :)

my 29 bday with brother

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