Author: Katie Seibert

I live in San Francisco. I love coffee, storytelling, comic books, and accumulating odd skills and talents. My spirit animal is a house cat.

Found Letter

My wife and I are settled on the couch watching Milk. Well, my wife is standing in front of the TV as if it were a football game. This is a special, and emotionally charged movie for us. We live in San Francisco, she grew up oppressively Catholic. 

I can see the hairs stand up on her arms at certain pivotal moments. Every time there is a scene with city hall, she looks over at me, urging me to acknowledge with her, that we were married there just over a year ago. The judge who married us (also a lesbian), insisted that we take a photo next to the bust of Harvey Milk. It was the happiest day of my life. 

So, flipping through papers, I found a letter she wrote me nearly a year ago. I remember finding it folded up and placed delicately on the keyboard at my computer. 

I am so glad I found this. It is hands down, my favorite piece by L. C. Baker 


I want to share this, not to boast about my talented wife, (although yes, that) but to share with whomever, the depth of feeling we have in our marriage. Women can, and do love each other this much. Men love other men this much. Lauren and I are partners, soul mates, and wives. It is real, just like any other marriage. It means something. 

I am extremely lucky to have this as my day to day (she just wrote this, randomly, I don’t recall anything happening in particular to cause such a outpouring). I am so fortunate to be with someone who not only loves me more than I could ever imagine, but someone who can also express it in a way that resonates so strongly with me, and is so beautiful. 

It’s been a strange week, month, and an intense year. I really couldn’t let something so true, and really, and beautiful go unnoticed. 

My wife, folks…

(L. C. Baker) 

Last Night I Saw Andrea Gibson

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and I made this for her

Last night I saw Andrea Gibson and it was as if my entire existence lead up to that moment. I stood toward the back beside Lauren with no one in front of me. I held on to her nonstop throughout. I had the clearest line of vision and the perfect amount of distance. Any closer and I think her words would have punched actual holes through my chest. I remember holding my breath for the longest sentences and only remembering to exhale when she stopped speaking.

I first knew her through her love poems and I was pleased to hear some of those. However, the most important thing she does is dismantle the patriarchy and educate about white privilege among other topics. I loved every second of the roller coaster. It was painful and I laughed. It was lighthearted and I cried. It was so important. I felt like Jack Kerouac the first time he heard Howl. My heart was beating out of my chest as I was constantly drawn out like a long thread.

I am rarely so inspired, but I have never been more discouraged. I felt meaning and passion and at once worthless. I don’t deserve to breathe her air. I don’t even deserve to be here (actual thoughts). Then panic: I have nothing important to say with my art. I may be talented, or whatever, but I don’t do anything important with my work other than indulge my own feelings. Seeing performance about social justice and things that matter really puts you in your place.

It left me changed for the better. I can only hope to become part of something much, much larger than myself. No, I can also try, even if it hurts. After all, if there’s one thing we know, it’s that it hurts to become.

Lines & Words Vol. 1

I began this project in 2013 after I met Lauren. I was unemployed and still traveling. I kept several sketchbooks from that time and scanned almost every single page. This book is volume 1 because there are, and will be many others to follow.

It is a big deal for me. Finally publishing something so personal and something that is so close to me. I almost didn’t go through with it, but I’m glad I did. I find that I rarely regret making art out of my best moments, and I definitely never regret making it out of my darkest moments. This bound volume includes a little of both. Okay, a lot of both.

You can download the PDF version or a hard copy. In any case, I hope you like it.

 

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