Maeby You Do Have a Voice

Maeby
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This is a place for those who’ve always been told they’re too much. For the ones carrying a lump in their throat — ready to turn it into the stones they finally get to throw. I’m just an eccentric, tired Appalachian artist who’s done shrinking to keep others comfortable. You are safe here. And you don’t have to be okay to stay. This is my story, and our archive. A place to scream, scratch, bleed, and bite our way through the chaos — to figure out what the f**k is going on, and who we are. And maybe — Maeby — you do have a voice. Maybe you always did.

Episodes

  1. 06/08/2025

    Going to the Gas Station is Ass

    I didn’t want to go out today. But I did. This one’s about showing up even when you don’t want to — to the gas station, to your art, to your own damn body. I talk about hobbies, healing, forcing yourself into the world, and why you deserve to be treated like a person even when you’re not at your best. It’s a little messy. But so am I. Thanks for being here.

  2. 06/01/2025

    Humans-We're All Just Girls

    We’re just girls. Girls who didn’t get to stay soft. Girls who remember too much. This episode unpacks memory like a suitcase you never meant to open — talking girlhood ( not just for girls) , grief, family wounds, and the mess of becoming. If you’ve ever felt like you were handed the wrong script for being human, this one’s for you.

  3. 05/20/2025

    Trailer: Welcome to the Archive

    A voice reclaimed.A lump in the throat turned into something sharp.This is for the too-loud, too-weird, too-much-for-them ones. Welcome to the archive.Maeby you do have a voice. Maybe you always did.

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This is a place for those who’ve always been told they’re too much. For the ones carrying a lump in their throat — ready to turn it into the stones they finally get to throw. I’m just an eccentric, tired Appalachian artist who’s done shrinking to keep others comfortable. You are safe here. And you don’t have to be okay to stay. This is my story, and our archive. A place to scream, scratch, bleed, and bite our way through the chaos — to figure out what the f**k is going on, and who we are. And maybe — Maeby — you do have a voice. Maybe you always did.

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