Promiscuous wordsmith, freelancer, noise lover, shit-disturber, fireplug, lady hobbit, cheese pervert.

I'm the author of DOOM: Love Poems for Supervillains (Insomniac Press, 2012) and Thumbscrews (Snare Books, 2007).

I’m a full time freelancer, working as a music critic, journalist and literary reviews editor based in Toronto, Ontario. I spend my days alternately damaging my liver and my hearing enjoying aggressive music, or sitting hunched in front of a computer smithing words while covered in a thin layer of cheeto dust. It is a romantic existence that doesn’t require me to put on pants very often.

I regularly contribute to Globe & Mail, National Post, Quill & Quire, Toronto Standard, HuffPost Music Canada, Canada Arts Connect, This Magazine, Hellbound, About Heavy Metal, Angry Metal Guy, Gameranx, Game Dynamo, Torontoist and Exclaim!. Canada Arts Connect Magazine hosts my column about feminism and aggressive music, ”Girls Don’t Like Metal.” I'm known for my postcard-length poetic album reviews, which have appeared in Toronto Standard and Hellbound. I’m also the Reviews Editor of This Magazine, the Syndicated Review Editor for CWILA (an organization dedicated to equitable critical culture in Canada) and a member of the board for Meatlocker Editions

I am in the early stages of writing a novel dedicated to the plight of hench-people, the downtrodden and often expendable employees of fictional villains. I also write non-fiction essays, fan fiction that no one will ever see, spec-fic short stories and am constantly poking away at a magic-realist autobiography.

I write about S&M, gastroporn, comic books, video games, combat sports, arts & culture, CanLit, local politics, feminism and difficult music. I am also the Wordsmith and Promotions Wizard behind Golden Spruce Entertainment. I live in a beach cave with three psycho jungle cats, a Belgian Malinois puppy, and my partner, musician and editor Christopher Gramlich.



I haven’t posted anything lengthy or terribly eloquent on the subject of women in geek culture lately, have I? Have this instead.

Bingeing isn’t the same as watching a show one hour at a time, week after week. A single episode is just entertainment, a temporary diversion. But when you go immediately from closing credits to opening credits with hardly a pause, you’re allowing yourself to inhabit a world. The show can become a new reality for you in a way that isn’t possible with mere casual viewing.