About Me

I am a freelance writer and visual artist based in Washington, DC. You can follow me on social media with the links below and on my website WWW.VIDALEBARSIR.COM

Featured Articles

Explore a featured selection of my writing work below.

The Velvet End | Vidale Barsir

I JUST CAUGHT WORD THAT VELVET LOUNGE AND DODGE CITY ARE CLOSING WHICH HAS TO BE THE MOST DIFFICULT CONFIRMATION THAT THE DAYS OF MY YOUTH HAVE SINCE DANCED AWAY FROM ME.

WHEN I HAD GROWN TIRED OF THE GAYBORHOOD AT 17TH, U STREET BECAME THE EPICENTER OF MY LATE 20’s DEBAUCHERY. ALTHOUGH I SWITCHED COURSES A FEW YEARS PRIOR TO THE PANDEMIC CHANGING EVERYTHING, I’LL ALWAYS REMEMBER BOTH OF THESE SPOTS AS PLACES WHERE I FELT MOST FREE.

IT WAS INTERESTING TO READ THE ARTICLE THIS MORNING BECAUSE I

The Silent Tea Party | Vidale Barsir

His was the only other bright Orange hat worn at the retreat, high in the mountains of Shelburne Falls, Massachusetts, over the Christmas/New Year holiday, in December of 2019.

Whenever I’d find myself face-planted at the root of an icy log, I’d hurry back to my feet in frigid recollection of my temperature-sensitive senses and I would see Sam; omnipresent, somewhere off in the distance.

Sam’s energetic residence lead with loud silence and still beat. His currency was felt through the Crown Ch

Power to the People | Vidale Barsir

The time is nigh we, as a society, re-imagine the path forward.

If we remain clueless, divided not on our beliefs but on what Truth is, we will not make it any further. NO longer can we gamble precious grace in slumber, contemporaneously idle and content within the confines of a nation that’s been breached at the soul.

We cannot continue this simulated reality of a life infirmed and consider ourselves to be a kinetically advanced sect!

Like any flawed student of social change, I certainly am

Aconditional | Vidale Barsir

Love is a realm of the individual soul being first that can only manifest into a deeper experience shared with another after.

When confounded by any codependent desire for the Love of another, overlooked is the dowry of inner balance secured through the existential inevitability of outer imbalance, and vice versa.

The mutiny between desperation and attachment parlays itself deep in our emotions, weeding the rich green garden of the heart colorless. At this level, the emotional weight of person

Noted Notes On Nothing

Know to leave the table when your time is being wasted and Love is not being served.

…And never settle for 20% when you deserve 100%-110%.

When a person truly desires a genuine chance at a romantic connection with you, no amount of fear will get in the way of that. When a person truly cares, they exert even the simplest form of effort into courting you and getting to know you. At the very least, if your suitor respects you, they’ll meet you halfway in the process of deepening the bond. A perso

The Wrong Things | Vidale Barsir

Sweet punishment’s weakened blow, the moment our wrong things met. It was the wrong time, and still a time I dreamt of saying all the wrong things to you. Tempers frenzy with emotion over what not to do, in all the wrong places, I’d run into you. A trapped me, drifting amidst the stargaze of all your wrong things, within heaven seconds of experiencing you.

Yet, as fate would have it, your wrong things struck perfection. And, like the ritual, your perfection made everything wrong about me feel r

Pieces of Me | Vidale Barsir

We all want to know who we are, right? Well in my experience too many prefer to know how they present, what others think, and how to then edify themselves for high ranking. I know it all too well because I myself have lived that life.

…And all of Y’all were my nosy neighbors.

If I had to describe myself in one word, it’d be Minestrone, ‘cause I’m hot and yummy. In all seriousness, I embrace the many sides of my personality, of who I am. When I realized it was safe to find and be that person, w

Once Upon a Time in Dundas West | Vidale Barsir

Distractions tend to fail shy of disrupting my infatuation. Your face I can’t forget, forever ingrained in my consciousness. The way I felt that night, that morning, indescribable. As a young boy, I oft misplaced my house keys. What kind of man am I to have misplaced my house? You feel like home to me. But unlike the cozy fireplace of my imagination, your embrace favors absence over indulgence when all I want is overindulgence. All is fair in love and war but cruel and unbalanced in love and sep