Cripped Solaces is a project by me, Sage Madans, aimed at expanding the queer, sick archive-of-thought one tendril at a time. this newsetter is written in crip space (usually from my bed or my living room floor) on crip time. it is dedicated to me and You and to my heating pad and my queer, crip kin and all the trees that have ever held me in their arms while i cried or laughed or felt numb. i love you and Us.
in solidarity from my vessel to yours until we talk next,
- Sage <3