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It is with great sadness and heavy hearts that weÂ announceÂ the passing ofÂ one of our own. On January 13th, Lambda Literary Fellow, performer,Â and writerÂ Bryn Kelly died of an apparent suicide in her home in Brooklyn. Below is a tribute toÂ Bryn’sÂ singular talent andÂ personalityÂ from fellow writer, performerÂ and friend Bevin Branlandingham.
I woke up on the morning of January 14th to two text messages from friends asking me to call them. Iâ€™m a Capricorn, I know a pattern. I know that means another queer friend of mine has passed. We love each other. Weâ€™re always in a race to beat Facebook to tell one another the important stuff. I never want someone to have the experience of finding out something devastating like this on Facebook, and Iâ€™m glad my friends think so, too.
Iâ€™m on West Coast time now, so I know I might always luck out and get a phone call before Facebook, because even though Iâ€™m gone from Brooklyn I still have patches on that quilt of Brooklyn queer community (asÂ QuitoÂ so aptly said, today we have a Bryn sized hole).
I talked toÂ KelliÂ Dunham, got the news, and had the awkward and necessary next step of figuring out who I am close to that I want to try to beat to Facebook. Bryn was in my dream a couple of nights ago. Fleeting. And since I had a dream about Glenn and Hana last night (we were on vacation) I took it as the Goddessâ€™ sign that I should call. Glenn asked immediately if it was violence or did she take her own life. We ask these questions because itâ€™s the lived experience of so many of us.
And also so is cancer.Â EllieÂ ConantÂ died two weeks ago. I have lost countless friends to cancer, heart attacks, stupid disease stuff and suicide. I am all about body autonomy and the choice whether to live or die is one that everyone should get to make. And at the same time, Iâ€™m not even through processing Taueretâ€™s suicide less than a year ago.
Anyway, I donâ€™t usually eulogize right away but I wanted to make sense of this and also I wanted to let some friends and exes know about Bryn whose contact info I donâ€™t have but who I suspect still read my blog. I use writing to make sense of things and, you know who you are and I hope you didnâ€™t have to find out on Facebook.
I met Bryn almost ten years ago at a Mixer party (I think thatâ€™s what it was called) at Levi Braslowâ€™s loft apartment. I was immediately captivated by her. She was hard to get to know.
Bryn was a trans woman. I identified with her as a fellow Femme and woman and someone who adored conventional masculinity delivered in a queer way, who loved parties and socializing but wasnâ€™t actually comfortable at parties all the time.
She also didnâ€™t tell me she was HIV positive until years after we met (she got progressively more open with the world about it). She moved from rural Ohio to Michigan to New York City, if Iâ€™m remembering the whole trajectory. Even though she was from Ohio she was in rural Appalachia and definitely identified strongly with my West Virginia loves. She was queer country, through and through. She also told me moving to NYC when she did saved her life, because of the HIV services available there.
Bryn was slow to get to know. I was in the phase of my life when we met (around 26/27) that I was quick to make friends. If I thought you were awesome I would trust you right away. She was more like a cat who comes into the room youâ€™re hanging out in, scopes it out, but it takes a long time to hang out and chill. We talked about that, years later, when I realized that my overly trusting nature was getting me fucked over by people. She and I agreed there was probably a healthy middle between her inclination and mine. I wonder if that shifted for her?
She was an Aquarius, like Michelle Tea and Oprah (her words). Her birthday is coming up soon.
We were friends and we liked to party. I have a ton of summer drunk sweaty selfies with her. She was definitely a Winter hibernator. I rarely saw her then.
A homebody who took such great joy hosting dinners and parties with amazing food. I am not a big football fan but anytime she invited me for the super bowl I said yes because of her food. She was the first Femme I knew our age who would cook a pork shoulder and helped me get over my fear of cooking large hunks of meat.
She cut great hair. She was a traveling hair stylist who would come to your house to give a sliding scale cut (this was great for me after I lost my job and was too broke for salon cuts) and then eventually got a salon chair and started cutting in her house.
She was always a late arriver at parties. Going through my photos looking at memories of Bryn, I always know to look towards the end of the photos because Bryn was beyond fashionably late.
She was stylish, loved side boob and deep cleavage, had ever shifting hair, usually somewhere between reddish or blonde. For a brief period of time she went brunette and looked a lot like Snow White, she thought it was hilarious when I said that. One time I was late to a [party] and saw her outside approaching. Her hair was mermaid blue because she had been experimenting with toner. She is one of the only people who I know who still had a consistent aesthetic even though her hair was always evolving.
She was part ofÂ Femme Familyâ€“an important part because we wanted to be trans femme inclusive and needed her perspective. She trusted us enough to organize with us. She showed up. Early at a Femme Family organizing meeting she said she had just gone to queer/trans yoga atÂ Third RootÂ and said she felt so free. I just remember the look in her eyes, we were in the lounge at Re/Dress. She was so relaxed and happy. She was usually kind of on edge, socially, as I think she loved being social and like many of us, had some social anxiety.
She was a powerful witch, she was a great gossip and loved to throw shade. She was the kind of person you got dish from and dished to in a beauty parlor way and I knew she both loved me and talked shit about me andâ€¦ whatever. We were honest with each other. Sometimes we were both Femme wolves who kept to our own and got over ourselves whenever we saw each other. Recently, when I ran into her, she had been up all night doing edibles and she had the sweet glow of someone who was high on socializing and on THC.
My friend Mira pointed out that in reading the eulogies for Bryn, most people knew a lot of Bryn but not all of her and I found that to be the case. She and I were both kitchen witchy but we never practiced together. I knew there was a lot more possible in our friendship but it didnâ€™t all gel.
And then thereâ€™s the Michfest stuff. Trans women are women. Period. Folks who read my blog know Iâ€™ve been involved in working for trans womenâ€™s inclusion at Michfest for over a decade. The organization of the Festival intended that the Festival not include trans women. Iâ€™ve been working from the inside, working within a community, trying to change that.
Bryn was working from the outside, participating in Strapon.org for years and attending Camp Trans, the protest camp across the street from the Festival grounds. The summer of 2008 we were both in Michigan at the same time, and we joyfully reunited at a Camp Trans â€ślove-in across the road from the gateâ€ť as she put it. It was an educational and artistic workshop working towards inclusion, where attendees of the Festival were invited to attend. She performed a duet on her recorder with her boyfriend at the time.
Later that week she was given a ticket to the Festival by an attendee who wanted to pay for some trans women to attend the Festival. She came in with her boyfriend and I showed her around, with the joy of getting to show someone I loved a place that I loved. That summer, with lots of trans women on the land, felt like trans womenâ€™s inclusion was really possible and so very likely. I truly believed in my heart of hearts the Festival could be inclusive of all women, and I worked hard at it.
Bryn wrote a piece about attending the Festival, read it for a couple of performances and read it for my then podcast FemmeCast.
Over time, after that Summer, Bryn became less convinced that it was possible and we didnâ€™t have that many more discussions about it. On that issue we ultimately disagreed.
She was an incredible writer and performer, filmmaker and actress. She performed at Gayety, the performance series I curated with Kelli Dunham, and at Rebel Cupcake.
Her breakup with her physically abusive ex lover a few years back was really hard on her. She did some amazing art about it, including a film for Elizabeth Kokeâ€™s epic performance art tribute to Sarah McLachlanâ€™s Fumbling Towards Ecstacy in 2012. She won aÂ Lambda Literary fellowship. She was always up for some deep gay weird art.
I have gathered some links to her writing below, because you should hear from Bryn in her own words if you didnâ€™t know her. Bryn was special and magical and Iâ€™m really sad to not be able to read more of her amazing art. Hers was an important voice. She made a difference.
Bryn wasÂ The HussyÂ on Pretty Queer. I always suspected it was her and she confessed in one of our gossip sessions. Itâ€™s good stuff.
I hope that if any of you are ever considering suicide, you consider at least paging throughÂ this mini version of Kate Bornsteinâ€™s important book Hello Cruel World: 101 Alternatives to Suicide for Teens, Freaks and other Outlaws.
As someone who gets really internal when I get depressed to the point of suicidal, I need to remember that my self care is a daily choice and is a choice that helps me stay alive. Today, even though Iâ€™m still on the road, I went and worked out because itâ€™s the best thing to do to keep my brain functioning away from depression. And itâ€™s deep Winter, a friend just committed suicide and thereâ€™s all this change going on. Self care. All the texts with my thirty something Femme friends today are about self care.
Iâ€™m sending out lots of woo and prayers to Bryn, that her passage to the other realm is smooth and easy. That she feels love and relief and peace. I pray for all of her friends and family, that they be held and know love in this shitty, unfathomable time. That all of her former friends and lovers know peace and light. That we can figure out ways to shift the world so that it is easier on people. That staying alive does not have to be a struggle. That we can destigmatize mental health care. That crisis centers that are financially accessible and queer and gender and fat and disabled friendly develop because we need them.
You are loved.
You are worthy.
You are important.