Hi, I’m Robin.

I write stuff. Sometimes it’s funny.

I’ve been a professional writer for over 15 years, but two years ago began writing for myself. I ventured into humor writing and never looked back. I write funny poetry, about my life n’ shiznit, giggle-filled life tips I’ve learned, and sometimes apocalyptic shennanganery.

Despite having Ehlers-Danlos and other shitty chronic health conditions—I try to help people see the bright side of life. We might as well laugh at our time spinning around this blue marble, because none of us are going to get out alive anyway.

Life is better with laughter.

Why Wilding Out?

Because you’re sick of your feed being full of politics, ragebait, and dry business buzzification.

At Wilding Out we value humor. Chuckles from the funny poetry, dick jokes, and sassy cultural interpretations that matriculate out of my brain bucket—and the hilarity in the comments from my gaggle of phenomenally unhinged readers.

Subscribe if you want to mainline snort-inducing laughter right into your brain bucket.

Are You Dying to Give Money To Strangers Online?

I like the cut of your jib and encourage you to follow that masochistic urge. Please subscribe for money so that I can buy bacon and pickles for my piehole. Constantly being covered in Cheeto dust is surprisingly expensive.

In a rare jokes-aside moment, it’s hard being a humor writer. I could make significantly more money writing ragebait and contributing to the gossipy dialectic. But humor is what fuels me; it keeps me sane during my tough days (I suffer from Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, blah blah blah—insert pain and exhaustion mumbo-jumbo here).

My goal is to bring the joy that laughter brings to as many people as possible, and your support helps me do that.

If you’re broke-ass like me, no worries—I super appreciate the support you give by liking and sharing my content so that it tickles the algorithm's balls and shows me to more people in need of light and laughter.