Crowns, Coffee, and the Curious Case of Micronational Majesty

I didn’t wake up one morning and think, Today, I shall be Queen. It was more like, Where did I put my crown, and has anyone fed the royal dog?

Welcome to The Queen’s Diaries, a chronicle of my reign over the Kingdom of Navassa. This isn’t your average “dear diary” moment. It’s part behind-the-scenes royal dispatch, part personal reflection, and part royal portraiture, reminding you that ruling a kingdom—real or imagined—starts with ruling your own life with grace, humor, and intention.

Being a monarch, even of a realm that exists between dreams and spreadsheets, is equal parts diplomacy and dishwashing. Some days, I’m signing royal decrees about financial management and granting royal days. Other days, I’m just trying to remember when to pay specific bills before the Privy Purse (also known as my bank app) stages a coup. But here’s the truth no one tells you about building a world like Navassa: it changes you as much as you shape it. Every crest, ceremony, and decree becomes a mirror: reflecting who I am, who I’ve been, and who I hope to be.

It’s a living art project, a meditation, and an act of defiance all at once.

Through this series, I’ll take you beyond the pageantry. From the quiet mornings drafting correspondences over coffee, the late nights designing meetings with officials, and the moments the crown feels a little too heavy, I remember why I picked it up in the first place.

Think of this as a royal diary for the everyday dreamer. A space where I word vomit what’s between my heart and mind, where my family’s history hugs imagination, and where a trans queen like me gets to build a kingdom that feels like home. So, pull up a chair (or a throne!), pour yourself something delicious, and let’s begin. After all, every reign begins with a story.

And, perhaps, a hint of royal mischief.

M-A