I was looking through my old journal as I got ready to transition to a new journal. I found this list of reasons not to be close to the man I loved. Amazing, what I’ve learned. “Wait, when did I write this?” I wondered. The part that surprised me the most was the quiet “he
“That would be conventional,” I said, and moved his hand to my breast. We were cuddling nakedly in bed, and he was sleepy. We were having a conversation that was inconsequential. “Wow, wouldn’t that be great. Would you like to go to a breast convention? I bet you’d like that.” “Yeah!” he said. “Mmm, I
If your sense of who is sexually attractive is based on advertising from when you were eight years old, it might be time to reevaluate that. I know people who their pinnacle of sexual beauty is based on commercials they saw thirty or forty years ago. I get left out of that, since the way
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 don’t have kids of my own, but I have niblings. They are teenagers. The eldest at least is queer. Someone asked me recently about supporting kids around sexuality. The sex ed I got in school was worthless. I was mostly self-taught, about sexuality–before the internet too. I read a couple zines that were helpful.