Bite The Handacrylic On Paper

bite the hand acrylic on paper

prints / postcards

My mother commissioned a Kamala Harris portrait from me. Needing to transport it, I wrapped it with what I had on hand. I think the Trader Joe’s bag is rather fitting.

The new aesthetic: employablecore

It’s where I take all of these individualising aspects of myself I fought tooth and claw for and hide them, rip them away until I look palatable enough to work a cash register. The tattoos I won, the hair I grew out, out of spite for overbearing religious relatives and then for myself, all covered and trimmed until I can be seen as desirable again to sell my labour. The way I learned to laugh out loud, the visible tics, the fully realised Me that I just came to love only recently — he’s going elsewhere for a while.

At least when I was selling my body, nobody expected me to change. Now that I desire to clean my hands I discover the soap comes in only one brand, and I hate the supermarket stench of it.

(Werner Herzog voice) excellent preservation skills. Your jam was. Sublime.

All these ads for Royal Match.

What need have I, to help a king?

Just got back from therapy where I was like “I think I’m in another manic phase bc despite all the dread I have about my Responsibilities, I just cannot stop thinking about these gay men from Star Trek”

And my therapist looked at me, debated, and then essentially was lik “… do these responsibilities need to get done right now? …No? Then obsess over those gay men!!!!”