Be a Good AncestorWelcome to my digital haven. I’m Teevee Aguirre.
Artist, writer, dancer, podcaster, father.

A lifelong learner with an ever-curious heart, my journey of discovery ignited with books and the wonders of the public library. Then, the advent of the internet expanded my horizons, offering a world of knowledge and stories from every corner of the globe.

I’ve come to realize that there’s an expansive world beyond, brimming with tales to tell and skills to master. Sometimes, it meant shedding beliefs and narratives that no longer resonated.

And now, here you are, diving into my digital narrative. This blog encapsulates my journey — the ongoing re-education of Teevee as I tread the path of evolution to becoming a better human, father, partner, and, with hope, a cherished ancestor.

On this site you will find my creations in all their various forms. Living a long life has given me the privilege to experiment and grow in so many ways. Make sure to sign up for the Better Ancestor Newsletter to say up-to-date on all things Teevee.

 

Latest stories

They Thought I Was Drunk. I Was Just Full.

I was having a sweet dance with Anastacia, my youngest daughter. Somewhere in that dance, something broke open. When the song ended I kissed her, then went looking for a dark corner to let the tears flow.

This Is How My Parents Say I Love You

I try to visit my parents as often as I can. Most times I can't. And when I do, it takes real mental prep. I walk out depressed, shaken, sometimes it takes hours to come back to myself. The energy in that house has always been... a lot.

Pan Dulce Diplomacy

So a few months ago, I did something about it. I asked my ex-wife's husband to meet me, man to man, face to face.

I Know Nothing. I’ve Lived a Lot.

I have no degrees.

I do have certifications. One of them took me almost ten years and several attempts to finish. A Degree in Funny. Improv comedy.

My RBF Runs Strong

Years ago, when I was determined to be the best dancer possible, I would go to a regular dance social on Thursday nights in Dallas.

I wanted to improve so bad.

Every Story Needs a First Page

For years, when laying our sleepy heads, I whisper in her ear:
Thank you for choosing me, again, today.
Then she echoes: thank you for choosing me.

Inhale

This past weekend my bonus daughter asked me to officiate her wedding.

The Math I Hate

The third young woman walked off the stage and I did the math.

I looked to my left. I looked to my right.