who else is afraid of teenagers
but hey! here is a neat picture I took of my face today
I’m still trying to figure out how my eyelids did those colors I think I just need to go to the doctor
I don’t really talk about GD to anyone other than close friends these days, especially re: surgery because it almost always leads to weird like, “oh so you’re a trans man then” business and pathologies and language that isn’t liberating/helpful to me being applied to my body.
I think agender has been a word that I feel close to because it describes the constant, as in like minute-to-minute, negotiation I undergo with bodyhaving. It’s god damned ovarian cysts and looking at photos of flat chests for too long and looking fucked up tired all the time and feeling really beautiful some days and, I don’t know, constant-fiction-ethereal shit.
What is top surgery?
ah, well for me personally it would probably be breast reduction rather than like, “masculine” reconstruction but my chest is a really complicated source of gender dysphoria. binding regularly noticeably fucked my back up and I just sorta maneuver things without being able to do much about it these days.
tin-tone photoshoot by michael a. russ for tom waits’ swordfishtrombones
warning: gender presences
I talk big about cyberpunk looks but deep in the nightmare heart my endgame has always been tom waits from the Swordfishtrombones cover
if you dont think swords are cool thats fine and i respect your opinion but also i think you are full of self deception and should really try loving yourself sometime
& with page two I’m done drawing friends for the day (nobody has pupils yet because I always fuck them up so I’m leaving them to the end, ha.) #WIP
#WIP one page o’ queer kids
lol @ that caption, imagining that scene at 7th and broadway in oakland, right in front of the Ministry of Love, i mean OPD headquarters
oh god damn
this is the anarchism we must move towards
What: MOTHERFUCKING STREET PARTY
When: A LONG-ASS TIME AGO
Dress Code: NAKED. NO EXCEPTIONS.
Please Bring: HUMAN BONES, WEIRD-ASS INSTRUMENTS, MAYBE A NOOSE IF YOU’D LIKE
RSVP: THE FUCKING GOAT PEOPLE ON 7TH AND BROADWAY
(Source: armoredvirus, via cruxifixion)
like, "you did some things that made me really uncomfortable, probably without realizing it, and it is really difficult for me to not be anxious around you and I just want to make art alone instead of hanging out, also I’m leaving for a month" is not a fair game to play but it’s where I’m at and I feel like throwing up, AHH