Hog Fangs

But still the mangle fights over the pasture, raging, the ivy slid on her thorny armour to resist the occupation. He/him 25 sylvan butch with a soft spot for everything that is wild and free.

[beetlecathedral]

Hi I’m Enya, I’m a hog with a blog, trans masculine polyamorous butch and this is the only place where you’ll find me. I love images and since going analog this is where I carefully digest some, slowly creating a web of things that inspire me. I’m involved in my local flinta kink scene and will frequently post about it, my blog is a NSFW one where likeminded freaks are welcome.

Tags:

Stuff I make #myart

Writings and poetry #mypoetry

Art history bullshit I geek out on #arthistory

Anon replies #hoglog

Diary entries #diary

Myself and nsfw stuff #hogfag

Sad thoughts #vent

Cis men DNI, this is a lesbian blog

[scribeherself]

having a best friend who meets your level of freak is unmatched. you present them with the most unhinged, deeply buried thought from the depths of your psyche and instead of blinking blankly they just go "oh absolutely"—and I think that mutual brain rot like that is the highest form of intimacy actually.

[escuerzoresucitado]

[umbrellamoss]

[ID: Aerial photo of two adult wild hogs and 9 or 10 hoglets lying in a field. The babies are all lying in a pile between/on top of the two adults. End ID]

[shes-unforgettable]

This is my new favourite image ever

[ainavisa]

boy torture 1999

[snowboundnight]

scythes and detail

[beetlecathedral]

I dont want to be forgotten

[worldsandemanations]

John O'Brien for NEW YORKER magazine, 1991.

[throatoftheworld]

Forest Queen by Pandora Young

[ainavisa]

[trollkatt]

Wooden box with various objects used in trolldom medicine, including eagle feet, a cow's teat, several stones, and an albatross' skull.

from Ør grendesamling, Halden historiske Samlinger, Østfoldmuseene, Norway

[innerchildabortionclinic]

interesting kink assortment on the dash

[power-chords]

This Dan Piraro comic always makes me cry.

[charnel-grounds]

Ernst Fuchs (1930–2015), “Daphne”

etching, n.d. (c. 1960-87)

source

[gestaltaggregation]

[aukkenopsia]

pajama idea i had last night in bed while rolling around in pain from cramps

[beetlecathedral]

Rinuncio all’alba mi cucio un mantello di ombre addosso, per raccogliermi da questa estate che mi urla nelle orecchie lo scrosciare assassino delle cicale. Esisto in un limbo tutto mio per cercare di sostenere la violenza degli spasmi e delle contrazioni. Un dolore che si aggira appena sotto la cassa toracica prima che il torso diventi stomaco. Lì vedo piroettare un tornado grave e intermittente, spingere sui miei organi fino a lasciarmi senza fiato. Le parole che mi dico sono tutte giuste, persino i giocattoli mi accarezzano. Faccio tutto questo con grande cura disponendomi le ore necessarie per spurgare la ferita prima di applicare le garze nuove. Ma nemmeno io con tutto l’amore posso sottrarmi alla vita che mi aspetta, implacabile, dovrò uscire dalla mia tana e usare queste mani e questa voce. Spero che questi occhi tristi siano un dono anche loro.