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From reset to relaunch.
I spent the last year building something most people never see up close: independent political power.
BODIED is where bodily autonomy becomes strategy, culture, and political power via @mybodypac
Founding essay live on substack #linkinbio
From reset to relaunch.
I spent the last year building something most people never see up close: independent political power.
BODIED is where bodily autonomy becomes strategy, culture, and political power via @mybodypac
Founding essay live on substack #linkinbio
From reset to relaunch.
I spent the last year building something most people never see up close: independent political power.
BODIED is where bodily autonomy becomes strategy, culture, and political power via @mybodypac
Founding essay live on substack #linkinbio
From reset to relaunch.
I spent the last year building something most people never see up close: independent political power.
BODIED is where bodily autonomy becomes strategy, culture, and political power via @mybodypac
Founding essay live on substack #linkinbio
The gap between how loudly we celebrate the body and how little we’ve done to protect it legally is exactly why @mybodypac exists.
The Met Gala put bodily autonomy on a $31 million platform last night. What comes after the art when the celebration ends and the law still doesn’t match the mood board?
Bodily autonomy is more than a theme, it’s a fundamental right, and I’m working on making it a law.
New ‘BODIED’ by @mybodypac is live on Substack. Link in bio 🦾
📸 @zeus.views
The gap between how loudly we celebrate the body and how little we’ve done to protect it legally is exactly why @mybodypac exists.
The Met Gala put bodily autonomy on a $31 million platform last night. What comes after the art when the celebration ends and the law still doesn’t match the mood board?
Bodily autonomy is more than a theme, it’s a fundamental right, and I’m working on making it a law.
New ‘BODIED’ by @mybodypac is live on Substack. Link in bio 🦾
📸 @zeus.views
The gap between how loudly we celebrate the body and how little we’ve done to protect it legally is exactly why @mybodypac exists.
The Met Gala put bodily autonomy on a $31 million platform last night. What comes after the art when the celebration ends and the law still doesn’t match the mood board?
Bodily autonomy is more than a theme, it’s a fundamental right, and I’m working on making it a law.
New ‘BODIED’ by @mybodypac is live on Substack. Link in bio 🦾
📸 @zeus.views
The gap between how loudly we celebrate the body and how little we’ve done to protect it legally is exactly why @mybodypac exists.
The Met Gala put bodily autonomy on a $31 million platform last night. What comes after the art when the celebration ends and the law still doesn’t match the mood board?
Bodily autonomy is more than a theme, it’s a fundamental right, and I’m working on making it a law.
New ‘BODIED’ by @mybodypac is live on Substack. Link in bio 🦾
📸 @zeus.views
deep in the throws of grief, how can the world keep moving while also being frozen in time? noticing my breath with each exhale, and I ask God, “how am I still breathing?”. amazed by the range of human emotions and spiritual wisdom I’m discovering in my heavy tears. looking into the mirror watching my reflection look back at me with a sadness making a new home in my eyes. I miss my mom, I miss my dad and this reflection looking back at me is the only living memory I’ll ever have of them. then I weep some more as i remember that life goes on.
deep in the throws of grief, how can the world keep moving while also being frozen in time? noticing my breath with each exhale, and I ask God, “how am I still breathing?”. amazed by the range of human emotions and spiritual wisdom I’m discovering in my heavy tears. looking into the mirror watching my reflection look back at me with a sadness making a new home in my eyes. I miss my mom, I miss my dad and this reflection looking back at me is the only living memory I’ll ever have of them. then I weep some more as i remember that life goes on.
deep in the throws of grief, how can the world keep moving while also being frozen in time? noticing my breath with each exhale, and I ask God, “how am I still breathing?”. amazed by the range of human emotions and spiritual wisdom I’m discovering in my heavy tears. looking into the mirror watching my reflection look back at me with a sadness making a new home in my eyes. I miss my mom, I miss my dad and this reflection looking back at me is the only living memory I’ll ever have of them. then I weep some more as i remember that life goes on.
deep in the throws of grief, how can the world keep moving while also being frozen in time? noticing my breath with each exhale, and I ask God, “how am I still breathing?”. amazed by the range of human emotions and spiritual wisdom I’m discovering in my heavy tears. looking into the mirror watching my reflection look back at me with a sadness making a new home in my eyes. I miss my mom, I miss my dad and this reflection looking back at me is the only living memory I’ll ever have of them. then I weep some more as i remember that life goes on.
deep in the throws of grief, how can the world keep moving while also being frozen in time? noticing my breath with each exhale, and I ask God, “how am I still breathing?”. amazed by the range of human emotions and spiritual wisdom I’m discovering in my heavy tears. looking into the mirror watching my reflection look back at me with a sadness making a new home in my eyes. I miss my mom, I miss my dad and this reflection looking back at me is the only living memory I’ll ever have of them. then I weep some more as i remember that life goes on.
deep in the throws of grief, how can the world keep moving while also being frozen in time? noticing my breath with each exhale, and I ask God, “how am I still breathing?”. amazed by the range of human emotions and spiritual wisdom I’m discovering in my heavy tears. looking into the mirror watching my reflection look back at me with a sadness making a new home in my eyes. I miss my mom, I miss my dad and this reflection looking back at me is the only living memory I’ll ever have of them. then I weep some more as i remember that life goes on.
deep in the throws of grief, how can the world keep moving while also being frozen in time? noticing my breath with each exhale, and I ask God, “how am I still breathing?”. amazed by the range of human emotions and spiritual wisdom I’m discovering in my heavy tears. looking into the mirror watching my reflection look back at me with a sadness making a new home in my eyes. I miss my mom, I miss my dad and this reflection looking back at me is the only living memory I’ll ever have of them. then I weep some more as i remember that life goes on.
deep in the throws of grief, how can the world keep moving while also being frozen in time? noticing my breath with each exhale, and I ask God, “how am I still breathing?”. amazed by the range of human emotions and spiritual wisdom I’m discovering in my heavy tears. looking into the mirror watching my reflection look back at me with a sadness making a new home in my eyes. I miss my mom, I miss my dad and this reflection looking back at me is the only living memory I’ll ever have of them. then I weep some more as i remember that life goes on.
deep in the throws of grief, how can the world keep moving while also being frozen in time? noticing my breath with each exhale, and I ask God, “how am I still breathing?”. amazed by the range of human emotions and spiritual wisdom I’m discovering in my heavy tears. looking into the mirror watching my reflection look back at me with a sadness making a new home in my eyes. I miss my mom, I miss my dad and this reflection looking back at me is the only living memory I’ll ever have of them. then I weep some more as i remember that life goes on.
deep in the throws of grief, how can the world keep moving while also being frozen in time? noticing my breath with each exhale, and I ask God, “how am I still breathing?”. amazed by the range of human emotions and spiritual wisdom I’m discovering in my heavy tears. looking into the mirror watching my reflection look back at me with a sadness making a new home in my eyes. I miss my mom, I miss my dad and this reflection looking back at me is the only living memory I’ll ever have of them. then I weep some more as i remember that life goes on.
deep in the throws of grief, how can the world keep moving while also being frozen in time? noticing my breath with each exhale, and I ask God, “how am I still breathing?”. amazed by the range of human emotions and spiritual wisdom I’m discovering in my heavy tears. looking into the mirror watching my reflection look back at me with a sadness making a new home in my eyes. I miss my mom, I miss my dad and this reflection looking back at me is the only living memory I’ll ever have of them. then I weep some more as i remember that life goes on.
deep in the throws of grief, how can the world keep moving while also being frozen in time? noticing my breath with each exhale, and I ask God, “how am I still breathing?”. amazed by the range of human emotions and spiritual wisdom I’m discovering in my heavy tears. looking into the mirror watching my reflection look back at me with a sadness making a new home in my eyes. I miss my mom, I miss my dad and this reflection looking back at me is the only living memory I’ll ever have of them. then I weep some more as i remember that life goes on.
deep in the throws of grief, how can the world keep moving while also being frozen in time? noticing my breath with each exhale, and I ask God, “how am I still breathing?”. amazed by the range of human emotions and spiritual wisdom I’m discovering in my heavy tears. looking into the mirror watching my reflection look back at me with a sadness making a new home in my eyes. I miss my mom, I miss my dad and this reflection looking back at me is the only living memory I’ll ever have of them. then I weep some more as i remember that life goes on.
it’s been a year since I’ve said goodbye to my dad, and I still haven’t fully processed how to talk about it.
As he was dying, my father lifted his hands to heaven and said, “thank you father, what more could I ask for?”
I’ve been processing that particular moment for the last year. The idea that death and loss can be accompanied by gratitude was a mind boggling idea but it was his last posture in this life.
it’s been a year since I’ve said goodbye to my dad, and I still haven’t fully processed how to talk about it.
As he was dying, my father lifted his hands to heaven and said, “thank you father, what more could I ask for?”
I’ve been processing that particular moment for the last year. The idea that death and loss can be accompanied by gratitude was a mind boggling idea but it was his last posture in this life.
it’s been a year since I’ve said goodbye to my dad, and I still haven’t fully processed how to talk about it.
As he was dying, my father lifted his hands to heaven and said, “thank you father, what more could I ask for?”
I’ve been processing that particular moment for the last year. The idea that death and loss can be accompanied by gratitude was a mind boggling idea but it was his last posture in this life.
it’s been a year since I’ve said goodbye to my dad, and I still haven’t fully processed how to talk about it.
As he was dying, my father lifted his hands to heaven and said, “thank you father, what more could I ask for?”
I’ve been processing that particular moment for the last year. The idea that death and loss can be accompanied by gratitude was a mind boggling idea but it was his last posture in this life.
it’s been a year since I’ve said goodbye to my dad, and I still haven’t fully processed how to talk about it.
As he was dying, my father lifted his hands to heaven and said, “thank you father, what more could I ask for?”
I’ve been processing that particular moment for the last year. The idea that death and loss can be accompanied by gratitude was a mind boggling idea but it was his last posture in this life.
it’s been a year since I’ve said goodbye to my dad, and I still haven’t fully processed how to talk about it.
As he was dying, my father lifted his hands to heaven and said, “thank you father, what more could I ask for?”
I’ve been processing that particular moment for the last year. The idea that death and loss can be accompanied by gratitude was a mind boggling idea but it was his last posture in this life.
it’s been a year since I’ve said goodbye to my dad, and I still haven’t fully processed how to talk about it.
As he was dying, my father lifted his hands to heaven and said, “thank you father, what more could I ask for?”
I’ve been processing that particular moment for the last year. The idea that death and loss can be accompanied by gratitude was a mind boggling idea but it was his last posture in this life.
it’s been a year since I’ve said goodbye to my dad, and I still haven’t fully processed how to talk about it.
As he was dying, my father lifted his hands to heaven and said, “thank you father, what more could I ask for?”
I’ve been processing that particular moment for the last year. The idea that death and loss can be accompanied by gratitude was a mind boggling idea but it was his last posture in this life.
Q1 recap: anticipating death is a heartless reality but a scared path. gut wrenching late night screams and calls, countless times waking up to rush to the hospital or change a diaper or give medication. massive rage when nurses and healthcare systems fail to do their work with integrity. prayers for god to take my life instead, anxiety about if/when to give morphine, the incredible sacrifice of starting hospice in my small LA studio apartment. working 3 jobs, feeling guilty about working and being away. Loosing my mind, breaking down from depression and constant panic attacks. can’t believe this isn’t a dream but is a loss I’ll have to carry for the rest of my life. how humbling is it to reconcile with the fact that everything, and everyone, ultimately belongs to God?
I hate this chapter of my life. I’m trying to find the gratitude and the God in my situation, seeking it out in worship, community, the word. Watching someone fight for their life, knowing what the end is has forever changed me and I’m terrified that I’ll never be able to smile again.
Q1 recap: anticipating death is a heartless reality but a scared path. gut wrenching late night screams and calls, countless times waking up to rush to the hospital or change a diaper or give medication. massive rage when nurses and healthcare systems fail to do their work with integrity. prayers for god to take my life instead, anxiety about if/when to give morphine, the incredible sacrifice of starting hospice in my small LA studio apartment. working 3 jobs, feeling guilty about working and being away. Loosing my mind, breaking down from depression and constant panic attacks. can’t believe this isn’t a dream but is a loss I’ll have to carry for the rest of my life. how humbling is it to reconcile with the fact that everything, and everyone, ultimately belongs to God?
I hate this chapter of my life. I’m trying to find the gratitude and the God in my situation, seeking it out in worship, community, the word. Watching someone fight for their life, knowing what the end is has forever changed me and I’m terrified that I’ll never be able to smile again.
Q1 recap: anticipating death is a heartless reality but a scared path. gut wrenching late night screams and calls, countless times waking up to rush to the hospital or change a diaper or give medication. massive rage when nurses and healthcare systems fail to do their work with integrity. prayers for god to take my life instead, anxiety about if/when to give morphine, the incredible sacrifice of starting hospice in my small LA studio apartment. working 3 jobs, feeling guilty about working and being away. Loosing my mind, breaking down from depression and constant panic attacks. can’t believe this isn’t a dream but is a loss I’ll have to carry for the rest of my life. how humbling is it to reconcile with the fact that everything, and everyone, ultimately belongs to God?
I hate this chapter of my life. I’m trying to find the gratitude and the God in my situation, seeking it out in worship, community, the word. Watching someone fight for their life, knowing what the end is has forever changed me and I’m terrified that I’ll never be able to smile again.
Q1 recap: anticipating death is a heartless reality but a scared path. gut wrenching late night screams and calls, countless times waking up to rush to the hospital or change a diaper or give medication. massive rage when nurses and healthcare systems fail to do their work with integrity. prayers for god to take my life instead, anxiety about if/when to give morphine, the incredible sacrifice of starting hospice in my small LA studio apartment. working 3 jobs, feeling guilty about working and being away. Loosing my mind, breaking down from depression and constant panic attacks. can’t believe this isn’t a dream but is a loss I’ll have to carry for the rest of my life. how humbling is it to reconcile with the fact that everything, and everyone, ultimately belongs to God?
I hate this chapter of my life. I’m trying to find the gratitude and the God in my situation, seeking it out in worship, community, the word. Watching someone fight for their life, knowing what the end is has forever changed me and I’m terrified that I’ll never be able to smile again.
Q1 recap: anticipating death is a heartless reality but a scared path. gut wrenching late night screams and calls, countless times waking up to rush to the hospital or change a diaper or give medication. massive rage when nurses and healthcare systems fail to do their work with integrity. prayers for god to take my life instead, anxiety about if/when to give morphine, the incredible sacrifice of starting hospice in my small LA studio apartment. working 3 jobs, feeling guilty about working and being away. Loosing my mind, breaking down from depression and constant panic attacks. can’t believe this isn’t a dream but is a loss I’ll have to carry for the rest of my life. how humbling is it to reconcile with the fact that everything, and everyone, ultimately belongs to God?
I hate this chapter of my life. I’m trying to find the gratitude and the God in my situation, seeking it out in worship, community, the word. Watching someone fight for their life, knowing what the end is has forever changed me and I’m terrified that I’ll never be able to smile again.
Q1 recap: anticipating death is a heartless reality but a scared path. gut wrenching late night screams and calls, countless times waking up to rush to the hospital or change a diaper or give medication. massive rage when nurses and healthcare systems fail to do their work with integrity. prayers for god to take my life instead, anxiety about if/when to give morphine, the incredible sacrifice of starting hospice in my small LA studio apartment. working 3 jobs, feeling guilty about working and being away. Loosing my mind, breaking down from depression and constant panic attacks. can’t believe this isn’t a dream but is a loss I’ll have to carry for the rest of my life. how humbling is it to reconcile with the fact that everything, and everyone, ultimately belongs to God?
I hate this chapter of my life. I’m trying to find the gratitude and the God in my situation, seeking it out in worship, community, the word. Watching someone fight for their life, knowing what the end is has forever changed me and I’m terrified that I’ll never be able to smile again.
Q1 recap: anticipating death is a heartless reality but a scared path. gut wrenching late night screams and calls, countless times waking up to rush to the hospital or change a diaper or give medication. massive rage when nurses and healthcare systems fail to do their work with integrity. prayers for god to take my life instead, anxiety about if/when to give morphine, the incredible sacrifice of starting hospice in my small LA studio apartment. working 3 jobs, feeling guilty about working and being away. Loosing my mind, breaking down from depression and constant panic attacks. can’t believe this isn’t a dream but is a loss I’ll have to carry for the rest of my life. how humbling is it to reconcile with the fact that everything, and everyone, ultimately belongs to God?
I hate this chapter of my life. I’m trying to find the gratitude and the God in my situation, seeking it out in worship, community, the word. Watching someone fight for their life, knowing what the end is has forever changed me and I’m terrified that I’ll never be able to smile again.
Q1 recap: anticipating death is a heartless reality but a scared path. gut wrenching late night screams and calls, countless times waking up to rush to the hospital or change a diaper or give medication. massive rage when nurses and healthcare systems fail to do their work with integrity. prayers for god to take my life instead, anxiety about if/when to give morphine, the incredible sacrifice of starting hospice in my small LA studio apartment. working 3 jobs, feeling guilty about working and being away. Loosing my mind, breaking down from depression and constant panic attacks. can’t believe this isn’t a dream but is a loss I’ll have to carry for the rest of my life. how humbling is it to reconcile with the fact that everything, and everyone, ultimately belongs to God?
I hate this chapter of my life. I’m trying to find the gratitude and the God in my situation, seeking it out in worship, community, the word. Watching someone fight for their life, knowing what the end is has forever changed me and I’m terrified that I’ll never be able to smile again.
Q1 recap: anticipating death is a heartless reality but a scared path. gut wrenching late night screams and calls, countless times waking up to rush to the hospital or change a diaper or give medication. massive rage when nurses and healthcare systems fail to do their work with integrity. prayers for god to take my life instead, anxiety about if/when to give morphine, the incredible sacrifice of starting hospice in my small LA studio apartment. working 3 jobs, feeling guilty about working and being away. Loosing my mind, breaking down from depression and constant panic attacks. can’t believe this isn’t a dream but is a loss I’ll have to carry for the rest of my life. how humbling is it to reconcile with the fact that everything, and everyone, ultimately belongs to God?
I hate this chapter of my life. I’m trying to find the gratitude and the God in my situation, seeking it out in worship, community, the word. Watching someone fight for their life, knowing what the end is has forever changed me and I’m terrified that I’ll never be able to smile again.
Q1 recap: anticipating death is a heartless reality but a scared path. gut wrenching late night screams and calls, countless times waking up to rush to the hospital or change a diaper or give medication. massive rage when nurses and healthcare systems fail to do their work with integrity. prayers for god to take my life instead, anxiety about if/when to give morphine, the incredible sacrifice of starting hospice in my small LA studio apartment. working 3 jobs, feeling guilty about working and being away. Loosing my mind, breaking down from depression and constant panic attacks. can’t believe this isn’t a dream but is a loss I’ll have to carry for the rest of my life. how humbling is it to reconcile with the fact that everything, and everyone, ultimately belongs to God?
I hate this chapter of my life. I’m trying to find the gratitude and the God in my situation, seeking it out in worship, community, the word. Watching someone fight for their life, knowing what the end is has forever changed me and I’m terrified that I’ll never be able to smile again.
They want us outraged, distracted, overwhelmed. Chaos is their strategy, focus must be our response. Follow BODIED on substack for the 2026 Primary play-by-play.
📸 @apictureandco jsn.wlf
Had a powerful conversation on Talk Dodgers to Me about what it actually takes to defend bodies in 2026.
Huge thank you to @talkdodgerstome for having me and for @tvtrollope making this connection!
Tune in where all podcasts are available 💋
Had a powerful conversation on Talk Dodgers to Me about what it actually takes to defend bodies in 2026.
Huge thank you to @talkdodgerstome for having me and for @tvtrollope making this connection!
Tune in where all podcasts are available 💋
Same system. Same logic. Same targets.
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Paid for by My Body PAC. Not authorized by any candidate or candidate’s committee.
Same system. Same logic. Same targets.
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Paid for by My Body PAC. Not authorized by any candidate or candidate’s committee.
Same system. Same logic. Same targets.
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Paid for by My Body PAC. Not authorized by any candidate or candidate’s committee.
Same system. Same logic. Same targets.
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Paid for by My Body PAC. Not authorized by any candidate or candidate’s committee.
Same system. Same logic. Same targets.
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Paid for by My Body PAC. Not authorized by any candidate or candidate’s committee.
10 years of electoral politics!!!
My first campaign experience was in 2014 for a Mayors race in ATL, but I really got to spread my wings during the 2016 Presidential campaign cycle.
I lived out of a suitcase traveling across 14 states to help America 'Feel the Burn' but back then folks couldn't handle the heat. There's so much political performance happening these days, but I remember whose values have BEEN consistent and whose values waiver based on election outcomes. #noshade
We were explaining, in real time, why the party’s risk calculus was flawed, why voters were ahead of leadership, and why ignoring that gap would have consequences. 10 years and 3 Presidential elections later, we are saying the same thing.
Stepping into my founder era, taking a huge risk to do politics differently and I hope you’ll consider coming along for the ride. 💋
10 years of electoral politics!!!
My first campaign experience was in 2014 for a Mayors race in ATL, but I really got to spread my wings during the 2016 Presidential campaign cycle.
I lived out of a suitcase traveling across 14 states to help America 'Feel the Burn' but back then folks couldn't handle the heat. There's so much political performance happening these days, but I remember whose values have BEEN consistent and whose values waiver based on election outcomes. #noshade
We were explaining, in real time, why the party’s risk calculus was flawed, why voters were ahead of leadership, and why ignoring that gap would have consequences. 10 years and 3 Presidential elections later, we are saying the same thing.
Stepping into my founder era, taking a huge risk to do politics differently and I hope you’ll consider coming along for the ride. 💋
10 years of electoral politics!!!
My first campaign experience was in 2014 for a Mayors race in ATL, but I really got to spread my wings during the 2016 Presidential campaign cycle.
I lived out of a suitcase traveling across 14 states to help America 'Feel the Burn' but back then folks couldn't handle the heat. There's so much political performance happening these days, but I remember whose values have BEEN consistent and whose values waiver based on election outcomes. #noshade
We were explaining, in real time, why the party’s risk calculus was flawed, why voters were ahead of leadership, and why ignoring that gap would have consequences. 10 years and 3 Presidential elections later, we are saying the same thing.
Stepping into my founder era, taking a huge risk to do politics differently and I hope you’ll consider coming along for the ride. 💋
10 years of electoral politics!!!
My first campaign experience was in 2014 for a Mayors race in ATL, but I really got to spread my wings during the 2016 Presidential campaign cycle.
I lived out of a suitcase traveling across 14 states to help America 'Feel the Burn' but back then folks couldn't handle the heat. There's so much political performance happening these days, but I remember whose values have BEEN consistent and whose values waiver based on election outcomes. #noshade
We were explaining, in real time, why the party’s risk calculus was flawed, why voters were ahead of leadership, and why ignoring that gap would have consequences. 10 years and 3 Presidential elections later, we are saying the same thing.
Stepping into my founder era, taking a huge risk to do politics differently and I hope you’ll consider coming along for the ride. 💋
10 years of electoral politics!!!
My first campaign experience was in 2014 for a Mayors race in ATL, but I really got to spread my wings during the 2016 Presidential campaign cycle.
I lived out of a suitcase traveling across 14 states to help America 'Feel the Burn' but back then folks couldn't handle the heat. There's so much political performance happening these days, but I remember whose values have BEEN consistent and whose values waiver based on election outcomes. #noshade
We were explaining, in real time, why the party’s risk calculus was flawed, why voters were ahead of leadership, and why ignoring that gap would have consequences. 10 years and 3 Presidential elections later, we are saying the same thing.
Stepping into my founder era, taking a huge risk to do politics differently and I hope you’ll consider coming along for the ride. 💋
10 years of electoral politics!!!
My first campaign experience was in 2014 for a Mayors race in ATL, but I really got to spread my wings during the 2016 Presidential campaign cycle.
I lived out of a suitcase traveling across 14 states to help America 'Feel the Burn' but back then folks couldn't handle the heat. There's so much political performance happening these days, but I remember whose values have BEEN consistent and whose values waiver based on election outcomes. #noshade
We were explaining, in real time, why the party’s risk calculus was flawed, why voters were ahead of leadership, and why ignoring that gap would have consequences. 10 years and 3 Presidential elections later, we are saying the same thing.
Stepping into my founder era, taking a huge risk to do politics differently and I hope you’ll consider coming along for the ride. 💋
10 years of electoral politics!!!
My first campaign experience was in 2014 for a Mayors race in ATL, but I really got to spread my wings during the 2016 Presidential campaign cycle.
I lived out of a suitcase traveling across 14 states to help America 'Feel the Burn' but back then folks couldn't handle the heat. There's so much political performance happening these days, but I remember whose values have BEEN consistent and whose values waiver based on election outcomes. #noshade
We were explaining, in real time, why the party’s risk calculus was flawed, why voters were ahead of leadership, and why ignoring that gap would have consequences. 10 years and 3 Presidential elections later, we are saying the same thing.
Stepping into my founder era, taking a huge risk to do politics differently and I hope you’ll consider coming along for the ride. 💋
Traded in respectability politics to become Clark Kent. Who’s with me?
Early voting for the 2026 midterms starts in less than 20 days. I’m choosing strategic focus over outrage. We cannot rely on existing infrastructure, we have to build our own.
We’re building independent political power funded on our terms, organized beyond personalities, and designed to survive any administration.
Follow @mybodypac as we rollout our midterm content and comment “🦾” below if you’d like to become a founding BODYSQUAD member.
creative direction, hair and makeup: me
photography: @zeus.views @zeusviibes
styling: @iamgeoff.smith
Traded in respectability politics to become Clark Kent. Who’s with me?
Early voting for the 2026 midterms starts in less than 20 days. I’m choosing strategic focus over outrage. We cannot rely on existing infrastructure, we have to build our own.
We’re building independent political power funded on our terms, organized beyond personalities, and designed to survive any administration.
Follow @mybodypac as we rollout our midterm content and comment “🦾” below if you’d like to become a founding BODYSQUAD member.
creative direction, hair and makeup: me
photography: @zeus.views @zeusviibes
styling: @iamgeoff.smith
Super PACs exist to raise money without limits so we can move it where elections are actually decided: ads, turnout, and accountability.
We don’t tell candidates what to do, we tell voters the truth.
Super PACs exist to raise money without limits so we can move it where elections are actually decided: ads, turnout, and accountability.
We don’t tell candidates what to do, we tell voters the truth.
Super PACs exist to raise money without limits so we can move it where elections are actually decided: ads, turnout, and accountability.
We don’t tell candidates what to do, we tell voters the truth.
Super PACs exist to raise money without limits so we can move it where elections are actually decided: ads, turnout, and accountability.
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View Instagram Stories in Secret
The Instagram Story Viewer is an easy tool that lets you secretly watch and save Instagram stories, videos, photos, or IGTV. With this service, you can download content and enjoy it offline whenever you like. If you find something interesting on Instagram that you’d like to check out later or want to view stories while staying anonymous, our Viewer is perfect for you. Anonstories offers an excellent solution for keeping your identity hidden. Instagram first launched the Stories feature in August 2023, which was quickly adopted by other platforms due to its engaging, time-sensitive format. Stories let users share quick updates, whether photos, videos, or selfies, enhanced with text, emojis, or filters, and are visible for only 24 hours. This limited time frame creates high engagement compared to regular posts. In today’s world, Stories are one of the most popular ways to connect and communicate on social media. However, when you view a Story, the creator can see your name in their viewer list, which may be a privacy concern. What if you wish to browse Stories without being noticed? Here’s where Anonstories becomes useful. It allows you to watch public Instagram content without revealing your identity. Simply enter the username of the profile you’re curious about, and the tool will display their latest Stories. Features of Anonstories Viewer: - Anonymous Browsing: Watch Stories without showing up on the viewer list. - No Account Needed: View public content without signing up for an Instagram account. - Content Download: Save any Stories content directly to your device for offline use. - View Highlights: Access Instagram Highlights, even beyond the 24-hour window. - Repost Monitoring: Track the reposts or engagement levels on Stories for personal profiles. Limitations: - This tool works only with public accounts; private accounts remain inaccessible. Benefits: - Privacy-Friendly: Watch any Instagram content without being noticed. - Simple and Easy: No app installation or registration required. - Exclusive Tools: Download and manage content in ways Instagram doesn’t offer.
Advantages of Anonstories
Explore IG Stories Privately
Keep track of Instagram updates discreetly while protecting your privacy and staying anonymous.
Private Instagram Viewer
View profiles and photos anonymously with ease using the Private Profile Viewer.
Story Viewer for Free
This free tool allows you to view Instagram Stories anonymously, ensuring your activity remains hidden from the story uploader.
Frequently asked questions
Anonymity
Anonstories lets users view Instagram stories without alerting the creator.
Device Compatibility
Works seamlessly on iOS, Android, Windows, macOS, and modern browsers like Chrome and Safari.
Safety and Privacy
Prioritizes secure, anonymous browsing without requiring login credentials.
No Registration
Users can view public stories by simply entering a username—no account needed.
Supported Formats
Downloads photos (JPEG) and videos (MP4) with ease.
Cost
The service is free to use.
Private Accounts
Content from private accounts can only be accessed by followers.
File Usage
Files are for personal or educational use only and must comply with copyright rules.
How It Works
Enter a public username to view or download stories. The service generates direct links for saving content locally.