Backyard #2

doing anything with technology these days is an unending cycle of going no i do not want to use AI. im not interested in setting up copilot. I do not want help building my site. I would like my autocorrect to make sense again. I do not want AI generated search suggestions. no. nope. still not. die

𝟺.𝟷𝟾.𝟸𝟻

when the pain from my new topsurgery wounds are particularly bad, i lay dramatically sprawled out on my bed, my hand on the wound on my chest, staring up in the sky, listening to orville peck until i feel like a cowboy dying in a god forsaken land

Now consider: a man in a dress. Not in drag or all dressed up or anything. No accessories, no makeup or styling, just wearing the dress, some ratty boxers and muddy sneakers. No socks or stockings, hairy legs in the open air, just raw dogging those nasty shoes. Hair mildly damp. Visibly sleep-deprived. Bruises on shoulders, elbows and knees, left palm bleeding. Sitting on a curb on the street, shivering, looking wretched, and absolutely miserable.

I forgot where I was going with this.

Backyard #4

Oil paint and palette knife, 9x12 inches

please ignore anything I’ve ever said, I’d like to be mysterious again

do *you* think with your dick?

I think with my packer

Carved some new t4t stamps today 🥰 making diy stickers of them rn

Objects on my Dresser

MDF woodblock print

9x12 inches