trans + queer in the American South (and other oddities)mid-20she/him
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please ignore anything I’ve ever said, I’d like to be mysterious again
something in me just wants to play wrestle with a boy i have intense homoerotic feelings towards
daily affirmations
i am the unkillable faggot
i can exist in grocery stores
i have the shittiest music taste in any room
i have a gun
Carved some new t4t stamps today 🥰 making diy stickers of them rn
“whispered ‘mississippi’s’”
learned to count thunder on my grandparents’ porch
the whispered “mississippi’s” separating the miles
in between lightning storms to home front
tongue to sky to taste raindrops
before sprinkled upon the cement
(like the first blood i spilled)
and coating grass blades with dew
as well as the buzz cut i carried through elementary
when puddles meant being splashed by rubber boots
and not onto me by careless traffic
passing through cityscapes
wet socks are different when being asked for
rather than being forced to have under an umbrella
yearning to run through that yard yet again
may 9, 2024
thinking about painting more breasts
until i see more love for trans men who don’t bind i’m not going to shut the fuck up about it
cinema without people: Brokeback Mountain (2005, dir. Ang Lee)
~I'm gonna keep on dancing~
𝟺.𝟷𝟾.𝟸𝟻
instead of looking up actual good workout routines I literally just looked up ''how to get ripped like wolverine'' and I'm honestly surprised at how credible the sources seemed. I will be taking this into account for my future workouts.
top 3 places to bleed out:
1. the snow
2. your lover/best friend/homoerotic comrade’s arms
3. bathroom floor
cowboy posters
tip me i’ll give you a kiss
prints in pink/blue & orange/pink
Today's children don't know what it was like when half of your photographs would turn out with demonically glowing red eyes.
I need Art like i need God, 1997. Monoprint 30 x 41cm. Brown, N., 2006. Tracey Emin. London: Tate Publishing
sometimes i wanna delete all my social media and throw my phone into a river
has anyone figured out how much art you need to make to make your mental illness go away
Obligatory tool joke
self-made man // march 2023
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
thank u earth for leather & fur & sex & pottery & laughter & rain & the lilac bush & hay in a field & cows to eat the hay & thank u earth for a perfect view of the moon
make what you love, do what you love :) filet crochet 50 x 37 cm prints available here dyke version here
oh to be a boxy, wrestler kind of dude. oh to hang out with friends and be called "one of the boys". oh to be sweaty and a little too loud. oh to drink some root beer. oh to wear a too-tight t-shirt. oh to be a sweetheart with a calloused surface.
Testosterone Box #2
Oil paint with palette knife, 12x12 inches
don't worry darling, open ao3, men bottoming there...
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
tonight's plans: jerk off to completion..... two cans of sprite (crush against forehead like a neanderthal school bully) ...... write the great american novel