(we had an open-ended final project in my LGBT studies class and I, fool that I am, decided to do a whole ass comic)
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Sade Olutola
Show & Tell
Mike Driver
AnasAbdin
will byers stan first human second
Keni
NASA
wallacepolsom

Kiana Khansmith
Monterey Bay Aquarium
noise dept.

if i look back, i am lost

Origami Around
trying on a metaphor

JVL
almost home
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

izzy's playlists!

seen from Mexico
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seen from Hungary

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@magpiesolo
(we had an open-ended final project in my LGBT studies class and I, fool that I am, decided to do a whole ass comic)
ladies, in order to experience the rewards of being loved (making out with hot girls), we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known (message them first on tinder)
Skyscapes, Chloe Wilson (because)
@ghiblimutual
On Thy Wondrous Works I Will Meditate, Mary Oliver
[ID: Text reading “five feed up in the air, the ocean a blue fire around your ankles, the sun on your face on your shoulders, its golden mouth whispering (so it seems) you! you! you!”
the three yous are highlighted]
“Oh God, I fancy a priest.”
jenny holzer, SURVIVAL (1983-85)
Poem for the Club Kids
for the young divine deluxe queens with grand affectations house music working magic in your fingers that ferociously snap and legs that kickbox with flair
for the snaps that don’t give a fuck about phobic stares from errant irrelevants (people?) traveling southward on the west side highway ogling at the christopher st. zoo
for the polka dots and the piers and the kente cloth and the bright colors and the big straw hats and the sandals and the purses and the highest hosanna-in-the-highest most-empowered high top fades
don’t let them tell you what you are or what you ain’t fierceness is an obliterating stratagem you are the light-bearing post-stonewall divas
— Metaphora, in The Road Before Us: 100 Gay Black Poets (1991), ed. Assotto Saint.
Why did you bring that? So I know what the temperature is. Why else?
Artemis & Orion
3 layer Screenprint on 15x11 Reeves BFK
Otter teaches human how to pet him.
Words cannot describe the inhuman noise i made, help me
weeds, watercolours
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Friday night with the boys
Elibeidy Dani by Miles Aldridge for Numero Paris #199 December 2018.
Scent bottle (18th century) enamelled decoration with the motto ‘Tout pour vous’ (All for you).
Image and text courtesy MFA Boston.
Deborah Kass, How Do I Look?, 1991