I Need Art Like I Need God, 1997. Monoprint 30 X 41cm. Brown, N., 2006. Tracey Emin. London: Tate Publishing

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cowboy posters

tip me i’ll give you a kiss

prints in pink/blue & orange/pink

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

cinema without people: Brokeback Mountain (2005, dir. Ang Lee)

Thank fuck for testosterone. Every time I have to refill my prescription I’m terrified something will go wrong and I won’t be able to get it. But luckily just a slight hiccup this time. Testosterone is secured

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

thinking about painting more breasts

Backyard #4

Oil paint and palette knife, 9x12 inches

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.

tonight's plans: jerk off to completion..... two cans of sprite (crush against forehead like a neanderthal school bully) ...... write the great american novel