This is the Opposite of Self Help

an archive of my art about nihilism, cynicism, crippling mental health, self imposed exile, and overall self loathing. All original content.

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This is the opposite of self help

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This is the Opposite of Self Help

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an archive of my art about nihilism, cynicism, crippling mental health, self imposed exile, and...

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This is the opposite of self help

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This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner’s Guide to Bleach-Drinking

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An Ode to the Divine pt. II //

Oh, holy lover. Ovid has spoken kindly of you. I am no Adonis, but I would bleed to birth your anemone. Without Cupid's arrow scraped across your bosom, you would realize I am nothing. Turn my blood and sweat to nectar, sweet as pomegranate seeds, and I will defile it with gin. I am but a sapling before you.

Part I here

This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner’s Guide to Bleach-Drinking

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My last two posts were a preview of this zine. Let me know if you're interested. I would really appreciate it. The zine is a small collection of poetry about the anxieties, fear, depression, mania, and overall shit I deal with attached to gender and my identity as a trans individual.

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I already mentioned in passing that I’m on hrt. So I guess it’s okay if I post some kernels from another zine I’m working on about mental health intersecting with my identity as a transgender person called Body Horror(?) This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner’s Guide to Bleach Drinking

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This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner's Guide to Bleach-Drinking

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Found some old, but obviously still relevant, pages from my 2016 sketchbook.

This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner’s Guide to Bleach-Drinking

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This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner’s Guide to Bleach-Drinking

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This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner’s Guide to Bleach-Drinking

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This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner’s Guide to Bleach-Drinking

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This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner’s Guide to Bleach-Drinking

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I hope this is obvious, but the beautiful 1952 painting seen above was, in fact, not done by me. But by Rene Magritte. It inspired the poem I wrote with the same name. 

This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner’s Guide to Bleach-Drinking

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This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner’s Guide to Bleach-Drinking

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Sickly sweet, the smell of spilt cider lingers on denim jackets still damp the next day // We're still in these moments together + I cling to them I wish I could remember that first night Black out but seeing blue My reckless masochism has, for the first time, reaped reward // Nervousness veiled tightly beneath liquored infatuation you stumble home with me // I wouldn't realize until nights later that there is a likeness mirrored between us That you would understand my hardships As your own because they have been // We drink to forget , to repress But we also drink to commend, to consecrate // I never want to forget again, I want to cling to these moments soon memories like the smell of spilt cider to denim jackets. This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner's Guide to Bleach-Drinking