Rain in April by Yoshi Shimamura

A god by any other name, would be as unverified…The golden rule among believers is…don’t ask/don’t tell: Because the term “god”…means vastly different things…to each different believer…it is purposefully kept vague by organized religions…in order to give the appearance…of the illusion,…a veneer thin semblance of unity…between generic, ambiguous “believers”…


Mitsurugi-sha in Fushimi Inari Shrine by Takashi Hososhima

Let us first tell each other honestly that we have become superficial people. Western civilization is drawn on shallow lines. There are no immense heights of brilliant reality, no depths of inner life. It is all form, form dictated by fashion. The whole apparatus to which we are so accustomed, the entire organism with its wheels and levers, is ill, fatally ill, because the soul has gone from it.

He asistido a muchas misas a lo largo de los años. Cada vez que asisto a una, refuerzo mi idea de que las diferentes religiones tienen en común entre si muchísimo más de lo que ellas dicen. Las creencias son casi iguales en todos los casos; lo único que cambian son las historias. Todas las personas quieren creer en un poder supremo. Todas las personas quieren sentir que son parte de algo mayor. Y todas las personas quieren hacerlo en compañía de otros. Quieren que haya una fuerza que representa el bien y buscan un incentivo que haga que se sientan parte de esa fuerza. Quieren demostrar, mediante rituales en los que muestran su devoción, que creen y que son parte de un todo. Quieren tocar la enormidad.

Untitled by Elena Mei


On the left, the terrorists involved in the September 11th attacks on America.

On the right, a Sikh man, with a Turban and beard, who is also a model, actor and an incredibly talented jewellery designer, who goes by the name of Waris Ahluwalia.

Since 9/11, Sikhs like Waris, and myself have been victim of religious and racial hate crime because of the way they and I look. 

We have been mistaken to be muslim extremists. 

What I don’t get though…..the men that hijacked the planes and flew them into buildings, killing so many people….look nothing like Waris…they look nothing like a Sikh man…they have no turban…they have no beard (a couple of them have creepy moustaches though).

What I am trying to say is…when you see a man with a Turban and beard…he is 99.9% going to be a Sikh man, most probably originally from India…not an extremist terrorist from the middle east who calls himself a muslim (because you cannot be a muslim and a terrorist at the same time).

So don’t be scared. Come up to us, smile at us, don’t run away from us when we get on the train…dont be scared when you see us board the same plane as you.

We are super friendly people. 

We don’t eat meat (we LOVE animals and nature), we serve FREE vegetarian food to EVERYONE in our Sikh temples, and EVERYONE is welcome! We believe that there is only ONE God, the same God every religion follows, because we believe we are all the same. We don’t believe in converting other people or imposing our beliefs onto others. We LOVE music, Sikhs have an incredible wealth of knowledge when it comes to Indian classical music.

Also some of us dress awesome (like Waris…and I would like to think I have a good sense of style too…)

Anyway…thanks for reading this!

If you want to learn more about our religion, I would personally suggest to Youtube ‘Basics of Sikhi’ .

Bye! =) x


Moss stairway by Filipe Madureira

Where The Kitchen Gods Live.

There is something about cooking that just connects me with my ancestry. 

Putting aside all the drama, all the bullshit, all the cycles of abuse, food brings people together. Food helps you remember. Food calls the spirits.

Because irregardless of who all your ancestors were, they all ate at one point or another. And out of all those people who all ate dishes that reflect and echo one another in histories and ancestries, there are bound to be some who really just … get you.

*Steamed dumplings on a bed of seasoned bak choy and green onions.

There are bound to be those who were the drags queens, and fags, and trannies, and witches, and outcasts of their time periods too. Or maybe it was a time far back enough, when the drag queens and trans peoples and queers were also the high priestesses and witch queens and temple masters, kinda like how we continue to reclaim now.

So make a meal, stir up that wok, grease up that casserole, set your wards, pray with good intentions, and see who shows up.

Offer a small plate of food for where the kitchen gods live. 

And begin … to remember. 

*Offerings to the Kitchen Gods.