#queerartistsofcolor

[nanaluvbug]

an Alternate Universe Castlevania: Nocturne where Olrox and Drolta are besties would be pretty sick. a demonically loyal bad bitch plus a draconic queer icon?? c'mon now. patreon * twitch * shop  

[sadeebee]

15% off until November 1st! It's about time for me to get another K*tamine treatment, all purchase proceeds go towards funding that. Check out my shop, there are plenty of other amazing pieces! etsy.com/shop/ArtbySadeeBee artbysadeebee.bigcartel.com #etsysale #queerartist #queerartistsofcolor #artistsoninstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj-2Ly0LAIa/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kh15963]

I feel vulnerable as shit posting this art. Been hesitant for months. Intimacy is something I've continually repressed within myself, especially being queer. I got the idea that intimacy was for straight people. I'd be as fascinated as I was afraid of barechested boys in middle school locker rooms. • "Intimacy" can still taste sour. I've had to self-rebuild it with a black hole of guilt and shame still living in my weighted gut. • It pulls me out of the present and prevents me from connecting with people who want to share pieces of themselves with me; I mean this in every way possible: physical, spiritual, mental, interpersonal, etc. • Learning to be intimate with myself via selfcare is extremely frustrating, uncomfortable, and rewarding. Quarantine unveiled all my ghosts. I acknowledge them. Still learning to. My gut, my heart, and my art are all freshly renewed because of it. • Cheers to this new era of mine, freely roaming my bodily landscapes, not holding myself hostage. This body is an ancestral gift passed down since the beginning of human evolution/transformation. We all deserve to feel at home inside our own skin. Welcome home, Héctor. Welcome home. • "I'll be running down the hills to be with you... never told you i was lonely too" @fkatwigs ● is becoming an appreciation for my skin, broken by  the introversion of my queer. I was wallflower, social nomad sheltering myself from bloodwarmed skin. How shapeshifting locker  room boys struck  fear into my hips.  My eyes on theirs, craving closeness with trembling palms. My eyes on God, Bibles burning  in my throat with stale wine  and internalized  homophobia. to send a nude is to make  every mirror a self-portrait. to be desired til i'm nothing but rosepetals and honeyed milk, pouring into the throat of my lover. I've yet to complete the panorama of my impatient portraiture. But these ached palms gradually bloom into my mirrorshard throat, plucking each piece as a petal, placed back into frame. homophobia stales in God's throat. fingers unshatter into veins. unthinking. unbleeding. smiling. #queerartistsofcolor #bayareapoetry #latinoartist (at Self Love) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGf5yFXn0_B/?igshid=m1x4i6zf49op

[kh15963]

👕💠new merch out now!💠👕 🌌link in bio!🌌 join me tonight at 7 PM PST for Screen Time Poetry Mic hosted by @prettysimplekat ! List is still open :) °•○●○•° ODE TO MY MULTIDIMENSIONALITY! after @reggiepoetry Blessed be my blessings  silkrope-latching onto my loved ones’ tender fingertips. My midnight checkins, texts: a gospel awaiting a response from a lagging, moondrenched deity: “Are you home yet?” Blessed be my rage lockboxed away only for the most ungodly  of beasts beckoning my flare:     embers celled in ossuaries     awaiting infernal ignorance.     xenophobia countered with alchemic xenolinguistics. Blessed be my intuitive safeguarding my ribcage and every heartstring intertwined with its family of treelimbs.     dreams of setting moons     and fireworking iridescent aurora,    these     omens of rejuv-evanescent renewal. Blessed be my epidermal spectrum of alabaster to clay framing my ancestry in a  neurodivergence of a kaleidoscopic canvas.     sun kissed the geography of my skin into melanin rainbow. It caressed  my forearms into brown, it sheltered the olive-ivory of my underarms. Blessed be my multidimensional. My every movement a shapeshifting scripture. • #queerartistsofcolor #nationalcomingoutday #indigenouspeoplesday #mentalhealth #globalmentalhealthday #worldmentalhealthday #multidimensional #poetry #poetryquotes #selflove #selflovequotes #lovequotes #brownboyjoy #brownboy #latinxpoetry #latinoart #latinoartist #latino #queerartist #queerart #merchdesign #graphicdesigncommunity #graphicdesigners #bayareapoet #bayareaproducer #bayareamusician #intuition #silly #fuckcolumbus #stupidmemes (at OMFG) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGN7tpunyou/?igshid=cghibv6pjm6v

[kh15963]

👕shirts link in bio!💠 join me tonight at 7 PM PST for Screen Time Poetry Mic hosted by @prettysimplekat & featuring hella dope poets!!! List is still open :) °•○●○•° ODE TO MY MULTIDIMENSIONALITY! after @reggiepoetry Blessed be my blessings  silkrope-latching onto my loved ones’ tender fingertips. My midnight checkins, texts: a gospel awaiting a response from a lagging, moondrenched deity: “Are you home yet?” Blessed be my rage lockboxed away only for the most ungodly  of beasts beckoning my flare:     embers celled in ossuaries     awaiting infernal ignorance.     xenophobia countered with alchemic xenolinguistics. Blessed be my intuitive safeguarding my ribcage and every heartstring intertwined with its family of treelimbs.     dreams of setting moons     and fireworking iridescent aurora,    these     omens of rejuv-evanescent renewal. Blessed be my epidermal spectrum of alabaster to clay framing my ancestry in a  neurodivergence of a kaleidoscopic canvas.     sun kissed the geography of my skin into melanin rainbow. It caressed  my forearms into brown, it sheltered the olive-ivory of my underarms. Blessed be my multidimensional. My every movement a shapeshifting scripture. • 🌌NEW MERCH! link in bio🌌 #queerartistsofcolor #nationalcomingoutday #indigenouspeoplesday #mentalhealth #globalmentalhealthday #worldmentalhealthday #multidimensional #poetry #poetryquotes #selflove #selflovequotes #lovequotes #brownboyjoy #brownboy #latinxpoetry #latinoart #latinoartist #latino #queerartist #queerart #merchdesign #graphicdesigncommunity #graphicdesigners #bayareapoet #bayareaproducer #bayareamusician #intuition #silly #fuckcolumbus #stupidmemes (at Somewhere out in the Middle of Nowhere) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGN2l6AFhlm/?igshid=1w975kr6q67o

[kh15963]

love tastes weird. Love tastes like welcoming growing pains. metallic like blood. like the red necessary to spill for the heart to expand. islanding two bodies onto a capsuled selfmade sanctuary. Everyone has deeply imbedded trauma. Poets just know how to ask the "right questions", like maybe I do not wish to exit my body. I wish to dive deeper into it. Fucking Santa Cruz. Eat your yuppie organic quinoa and don't somehow overdose on DMT, Ken. Capitalism really tiring me out. No wonder my dreams been wildin. No wonder everyone's has. There's a wholeass dimension we visit every night. At least most of us do. I'm a night owl as fuck, like 3pm still asleep night owl. Ive never gotten too much into stocks but imagine it feels a lot like being a fulltime artist. the word investment. looks like two sides of a mirror that can't recognize itself. the "i" becomes "t" at the end across "t" in the middle. he feels like "t"s both are mirrors. the two "n"s at opposite ends agree with each other's face but the "e"s between them feel a bit off. "v", "s", and "m" have no reflection. Sometimes i feel like V until I stare veraciously into a violet mirror and find a violent god fragmented all over my virile body like viscerally broken glass. Other times S slithers up my spine and tells myself my reflection is silent. M mumbles muted muses under his virilously violet skin. Most of the time I am M. And thank that violent god, i guess. Cause I'd rather not bleed snaking crimson rivers all day when the mirror shards forget my name. I think i know what love tastes like now. Love tastes like welcoming pain. metallic like blood. like the red necessary to spill for the mirror to expand. islanded. isolated. two bodies into a capsule. selfmade sanctuary. i'm learning how one body alone can reconstruct its own skin into something safe. home. I guess love tastes bittersweet. Candied orange peels dipped in tumeric. That actually sounds fuckin delicious. Maybe, some love does too. 📸: @xiimmmennaaa #queerartistsofcolor#bayareapoets#portraitphotography #portraitphotographer #brownboyjoy#healingtrauma #bayareawriter#loveisweird#loveyours#selflovequotes#lovequotes (at Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGBQkaAlBhQ/?igshid=1pmvhn2svwlrg

[khatter9]

It’s official, doing #modelsheets for my comic. #workinprogress #illustration #comicillustration #queerartistsofcolor #penandink #sakuramicron https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv-qzB9lXIV/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=b4ay40tgcncd

[cesarcondeart]

“The Beauty of Humanity” is on view at The Chicago Union League Club of Chicago. A series of@portraits which depicts our relationship with nature and how our co-existence and survival is how we take care them. #cesarcondeart #condeart #filart #queerartistsofcolor #filamartists #pinoyart #pinoyartist #environment #lgbtqia #endangeredspecies #artforforsocialjustice #love #ofhumansurvival #humanity #survival #realism #abouttheartist #chicagoart #chicagoartist #laart #laarrist #barcelonaart #barcelonaartist #soloshow #filamartistdirectory (at Chicago, Illinois) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bu1q8nVgIOa/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1b2gddro1pp90