about

i’m mary and i write about affect, gender, technology, and other worlds. i bounce between nonfiction and fiction and dance on the line between humor and melancholy. lately, i’m working with camp, body horror and science fiction for a short story series.

from 2013 to 2017, i studied cinema and screenwriting. my goal was to become a screenwriter and make movies like greg araki. but after briefly working in the industry, i became disillusioned by how limiting it was and all the people i had to answer to.

a friend once told me— it’s difficult to write when no one reads anymore.

so i didn’t write for a while. if i did, they were little things. fanzines, mostly. in 2018, i made a zine called tinder tíos, where i collected over 300 photos of tinder matches on horses. it sells out every time i go to festivals. someone even told me it’s in a public library. want to know why? no words.

i’m kidding, there’s some. but that’s not why people buy it. they buy it because of the pictures. which only proved my friend’s point— no one likes reading anymore.

so i tried to transform words—to communicate in other languages— through video, performance, painting. i like all those things, and sometimes, i managed to tell stories through those mediums—typing them out as visuals, yelling them awkwardly through a microphone, the works.

it wasn’t until i read haunted by chuck palahniuk, who said: “a book is as private and consensual as sex.” that’s stayed with me. it’s motivated me. it’s woken up my love of the word, even if it’s decaying.

there’s something sensual and terrifying about sharing your words with another— to let them trace your fears and desires across the page, work their way towards the end, even if they never quite figured you out, they’re bound to that part of you forever.