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Page from #enbycoloringbook

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Video project illustrating what it is like to be different in public. A brave escape from taunting eyes and tongues!!

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I Struggle Sharing Space with the Cisgenders

In the house I reside in

We keep

the windows covered

Blocking the two houses

From merging.

 Due in part:

The coming and going of

People seeking weed

From our housemate

The barrage of people

Coming

And going

Only to come again.

 Interacts with, the

Impact of cisgender privilege.

And the space where one

Really never has to consider

Certain types of surroundings.

 Cisgender privilege is

A male body

Stripping down

on a hot day

Or a not so hot day.

 Cisgender-presenting privilege

Means never having

A face stare blankly at you

The prying eyes

Attempting to decipher

One’s sex.

 I guess what folks don’t understand

Is that their lifestyle

Exists without question

And components of it

Make me uncomfortable.

 That a simple thing

That has existed without question

For sometime, in our society,

Can enfold me, and simultaneously

Exclude me.

 I have a hard time sharing

Space with cisgender people – No

Qualms arise in sharing space

With hetero-presenting

Or people of color sometimes,

But there is a specific kind of person

That I want around me

And it’s hard to come by.

 A shirtless man can trigger

Feelings, triggering a compounding

Of experiences that – most cannotwillnot

Understand.

I am trying to put in in words

I am trying to make it clear

 This loss of personhood at the hands of

Pre-composed systems

Which don’t directly hurt

Me. Yet, those systems trigger

Loss of personhood

Loss of options

 For bodies that are not like those

In the magazines

Air-brushed compositions

Of perfection

An aesthetic, the tabloids are the new

Form of colonization

Because they pick us individually,

They extract insecurities

Hidden in our core.

 But my saving

Is in, this vulnerability that

Diminishes me. I wonder

What would it look like if I

Unwrapped my body, if I

Was not forced to participate

In spaces not made for me.

 Forced to participate in spaces

Not made for us.

 There is no consideration

For my prerogative, there is

Action dubbed as lunacy

Or unconventional

But I put these curtains up

So that strangers would not

Look at me in my own

Home.  I only wish

to be afforded

The privilege of

Existence

without being classified.

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We Just Co-Existing Visual response to "Hard Knock" by bilalsquiat Markers, paint, oil pastel, Sharpie on canvas ~in progress~

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I am wanting to say hello, more and work with like-minded thinkers who want to have a conversation. So, please check out my work. I just updated the site and have additional pieces and text that correspond with some of the more dramatic intentions behind this work. I am an interdisciplinary artist seeking to expand my community. I want to verbally dissolve our perceived barriers in visual and textual correspondence. In doing so I hope to generate living conversation about the make up our individual adaptation of identity; the fragmentation and reconfiguration of lived experiences that transcend the need to classify anything other than the affirmative cry inside - exclaiming, I AM HERE. I know that the dialogue is enveloped in layers of systemic oppression that want to suppress a voice, our voices, my voice, you're voice. And we cannot ascribe to anything other than our realities. Maybe what drives you is butterflies, or steam powered heat in a vintage brick building in a faraway downtown, or drawing oneself as a means of radical self-acceptance or having a vision and making it.

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Husband

And then my love was officially Jo AG Proginoskes. All was beautiful in our home and we looked forward to the newfound freedom of estrangement! To my beast!!