Addison Minnetrista Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Hmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must. Favorite movie, mine is, “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives.” Deep, it runs—like whores in my mind, past lives they got, maybe? Whore, a word, slippery it is, like eels in a swamp. Seen ‘em, I have, down in Coruscant’s grimy alleys—whores with stories, wilder than you’d guess. “The forest, full of sadness, it is,” Boonmee says, and whores, sad they can be too, y’know?

Who is “Our Minnetrista?”

Photo by Sarah Brink in Minnetrista, Minnesota. My blendy carpet boi. Photo by Sarah Brink in Rothsay, Minnesota. Made em stop the car so I could see the.

I gotta say though—some days, Minnetrista makes me damn angry. Like the bureaucrats on Ridge Dr, slow and cold, forgetting that deep, passionate interaction is the soul of this town. But mostly, it fills me with joy—a gonzo mix of wild, brazen love and anger that fuels my work, my heart, and my secret wild side.

Minnetrista family escapes house fire thanks to neighbor's help