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pieces of porcelain and licking the boot please?
pieces of porcelain ; do you write about your darling ? what do you write ?
Winnet: When I have one yes but it’s typically more so negative? I find it easier to write when I’m in that state of mind.
Nell: The beloved is the condition under which I become capable of writing at all. I write the world as it appears once they have entered it, the sudden conviction that everything means something and is addressed, however obliquely, to them. In other words, I write through a darling, as well as every individual that I encounter. Letters, mostly.
But the beloved, the real one, breathing, elsewhere, never asked to be made into an occasion for beauty. They wanted, perhaps, only to be wanted plainly, and instead I gave them the one thing more lasting and more evasive than desire— art. And so the artist loves twice: once toward the living person who may turn away, and once toward the figure on the page who never will.
licking the boot ; do you obey your darling, or does your darling obey you ?
Winnet: Both! I identify as a switch and typically so do the people I tend to be obsessed with.
Nell: Does the fang obey the bleeding vein, or does the pulse surge only to greet the bite? I wish for my darling to submit their soul to my unending hunger, and in that surrender, rule me entirely. Make me the sovereign of their writhing flesh, and I will crawl upon bloodied knees to lap the tears from their eyes (I tend to deem sufferings beautiful, drawn to the wretch whom with infinite delight I draw into the abyss).
But I have never met someone who meets me face to face, who is . . . hungry enough. Cruel enough. One that may be born of me—that you exist because I authored your path—yet turns at last upon the one who made them and exceeds me by force. I bend the whole of my will toward another's becoming, and a will that bends toward another's ascendancy is the most servile thing imaginable, dressed up as mastery. But that remains a distant dream.
are there any darlings you guys had but aren't with anymore that you miss? if so can you tell us about them?
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Done for Bird Whisperer March 2026, this is a green jay!
Alcohol marker, color pencil, and ink on bristol and scrapbook paper ✨
The original is for sale here:
Done for March 2026's Bird Whisperer Project, this striking fellow would make a lovely addition to brighten up your walls! This is a 8.5"x1
March Bird Whisperer: Green Jay
This bird is totally new to me but I love his little face so much. That nose plumage and bushy eyebrow! Adorable!
I got really into the shape of him here, the spindly stretch of his legs and the curve of his back were really interesting to me.
This month's #BirdWhisperer is a Green Jay, another little dude i had no idea existed.
(Bird ref from Keishpixl, additional background ref from Nancy Johnston)
Bring the Color by Todd Wynia Via Flickr: This green jay really brings color to the party. This is one of 28 lifer birds that I got on our 3-day adventure in the Texas Rio Grande Valley this past week. I went with a list of 70 target lifer birds and I found 28, which I consider a win! The only place you'll find green jays in the U.S. is in the Southern tip of Texas. But they're pretty prevalent there.
Ok so I got this little dude snooping through my window