I love this queer art by the_papa_artist. Please visit and support https://www.instagram.com/the_papa_artist/. This queer art feels so luxurious and empowering. Sensual and realistic. First I loved this one, Respect Sex Workers. View this post on Instagram A post shared by PAPA artist AKA Betty Rose (@the_papa_artist) The pinks, the feelings, the tarot cardness, the art
I was looking at pics of vulvas on wikicommons for a while, looking for a vulva pic for the last blog post sex retreat. At first, it was a simple photo hunt, for a pretty public domain cunt. Hahaha, that should be my new name. Public Domain Cunt. It turned into something more, of course.
Sometimes I think bad art is better than no art. I don’t mean bad in the sense of boring–I mean bad in the sense of unskilled, shaky, rough. Lacking context too. My art doesn’t call upon a long history of art and situate itself within a school or have a philosophy, really. I think of
I have a friend I love more than just about anything. He mentioned his dad is having health issues. The dad asked my friend to make art that includes the dad’s weight–the number of how many pounds he weighs. Then the dad will look at that art and use it as motivation for intentional weight
I made some art depicting myself, yesterday. In the bathroom I stood naked at the mirror and drew myself with sharpie, on a piece of cardboard I’d painted lavender. The plum sharpie ink is kinda my body, and the orange is my energy. Probably you could guess that. Heart energy, cunt energy, tummy energy, and
Somebody friended me on instagram, and I don’t know her. I looked through the friends she follows. I saw a porn star I know of, on the list. Then as I continued, I saw another inhabitant of porn star world who I know well and avoid like the plague. He hurt me really bad, and
Taking sexy pictures of myself reminds me how I got in trouble in elementary school for drawing a naked woman. My body was not my own to depict, or even a neutral object. It was property of my relatives or a patriarchal Christian god, temporary property of my teacher at school. I’m happy to have
We were having sex. He was standing by the bed, naked. I was lying in the bed, mostly naked. His erection was beautiful. I touched his round tummy, his gorgeous arms, his pretty chest. His nipples, his balls, his dick. It was sticking out. I felt the softness of his balls, and the ridges of