Néstor Daniel Pérez-Molière
@ndpmoliere.bsky.social
...a broke-ass artist, a sex worker adjunct, a white-passing Latinx, an exiled Puerto Rican, a queer identifying, fat-bodied, and depressed individual...
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Hi! My name is Néstor and I’m a broke-ass artist, a sex worker adjunct, a white-passing Latinx, an exiled Puerto Rican, a queer identifying, fat-bodied, and depressed individual.
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Sunday, December 8th, 2024
Disco Fever
As music blares out the speakers,
Los Fabulosos Cadillacs joyfully sing:
“Y que el silencio se convierta en carnaval!”
I dance in this small, dark living room;
my plants, hesitant dance partners.
“No te quedes que acá fuera es carnaval!”
Disco Fever
As music blares out the speakers,
Los Fabulosos Cadillacs joyfully sing:
“Y que el silencio se convierta en carnaval!”
I dance in this small, dark living room;
my plants, hesitant dance partners.
“No te quedes que acá fuera es carnaval!”
October 30, 2025 at 4:54 PM
Sunday, December 8th, 2024
Disco Fever
As music blares out the speakers,
Los Fabulosos Cadillacs joyfully sing:
“Y que el silencio se convierta en carnaval!”
I dance in this small, dark living room;
my plants, hesitant dance partners.
“No te quedes que acá fuera es carnaval!”
Disco Fever
As music blares out the speakers,
Los Fabulosos Cadillacs joyfully sing:
“Y que el silencio se convierta en carnaval!”
I dance in this small, dark living room;
my plants, hesitant dance partners.
“No te quedes que acá fuera es carnaval!”
Saturday, December 7th, 2024
Ode to My Feet
Oh, ugly looking things.
I love you so much.
You take me everywhere
while I reach a cardio high;
my heart palpitates with joy.
Ode to My Feet
Oh, ugly looking things.
I love you so much.
You take me everywhere
while I reach a cardio high;
my heart palpitates with joy.
October 28, 2025 at 3:40 PM
Saturday, December 7th, 2024
Ode to My Feet
Oh, ugly looking things.
I love you so much.
You take me everywhere
while I reach a cardio high;
my heart palpitates with joy.
Ode to My Feet
Oh, ugly looking things.
I love you so much.
You take me everywhere
while I reach a cardio high;
my heart palpitates with joy.
Thursday, December 5th, 2024
Horoscope
“People are happy to know you,”
read my horoscope today.
My brain immediately went like:
“Whom did it speak to and verify?”
“Could you show me proof, today?”
“How does it know they are happy?”
Horoscope
“People are happy to know you,”
read my horoscope today.
My brain immediately went like:
“Whom did it speak to and verify?”
“Could you show me proof, today?”
“How does it know they are happy?”
October 27, 2025 at 7:21 PM
Thursday, December 5th, 2024
Horoscope
“People are happy to know you,”
read my horoscope today.
My brain immediately went like:
“Whom did it speak to and verify?”
“Could you show me proof, today?”
“How does it know they are happy?”
Horoscope
“People are happy to know you,”
read my horoscope today.
My brain immediately went like:
“Whom did it speak to and verify?”
“Could you show me proof, today?”
“How does it know they are happy?”
Wednesday, December 4th, 2024
Paradise
Green thumb;
more like green fingers.
I thrive inside a planted terrarium.
A balanced ecosystem,
teetering.
It could become a mausoleum.
If I can’t care for my green friends,
how can I care for myself?
Paradise
Green thumb;
more like green fingers.
I thrive inside a planted terrarium.
A balanced ecosystem,
teetering.
It could become a mausoleum.
If I can’t care for my green friends,
how can I care for myself?
July 20, 2025 at 9:49 PM
Wednesday, December 4th, 2024
Paradise
Green thumb;
more like green fingers.
I thrive inside a planted terrarium.
A balanced ecosystem,
teetering.
It could become a mausoleum.
If I can’t care for my green friends,
how can I care for myself?
Paradise
Green thumb;
more like green fingers.
I thrive inside a planted terrarium.
A balanced ecosystem,
teetering.
It could become a mausoleum.
If I can’t care for my green friends,
how can I care for myself?
Tuesday, December 3rd, 2024
The Quest
I searched for Joy today.
At first, I felt lost.
I looked around my apartment;
behind the couch, in the cupboard.
The dust bunnies told me
they hadn’t seen her.
The Quest
I searched for Joy today.
At first, I felt lost.
I looked around my apartment;
behind the couch, in the cupboard.
The dust bunnies told me
they hadn’t seen her.
July 3, 2025 at 6:10 PM
Tuesday, December 3rd, 2024
The Quest
I searched for Joy today.
At first, I felt lost.
I looked around my apartment;
behind the couch, in the cupboard.
The dust bunnies told me
they hadn’t seen her.
The Quest
I searched for Joy today.
At first, I felt lost.
I looked around my apartment;
behind the couch, in the cupboard.
The dust bunnies told me
they hadn’t seen her.
Monday, December 2nd, 2024
A Man on His Couch
Just lie on the couch.
All day.
Binge the show.
Empty the fridge.
Finish the bottle.
It’s all okay.
Just give up.
Tomorrow is a new day.
Maybe,
you’ll find the strength to restart.
A Man on His Couch
Just lie on the couch.
All day.
Binge the show.
Empty the fridge.
Finish the bottle.
It’s all okay.
Just give up.
Tomorrow is a new day.
Maybe,
you’ll find the strength to restart.
June 30, 2025 at 10:53 PM
Monday, December 2nd, 2024
A Man on His Couch
Just lie on the couch.
All day.
Binge the show.
Empty the fridge.
Finish the bottle.
It’s all okay.
Just give up.
Tomorrow is a new day.
Maybe,
you’ll find the strength to restart.
A Man on His Couch
Just lie on the couch.
All day.
Binge the show.
Empty the fridge.
Finish the bottle.
It’s all okay.
Just give up.
Tomorrow is a new day.
Maybe,
you’ll find the strength to restart.
Sunday, December 1st, 2024
BMI
According to my BMI,
I am morbidly obese.
My 275 pounds of flesh
should be 160 of bone.
Never in my adult life
have I weighed 160 pounds,
but the BMI calculator insists
that 160 is the normal
I should reach.
BMI
According to my BMI,
I am morbidly obese.
My 275 pounds of flesh
should be 160 of bone.
Never in my adult life
have I weighed 160 pounds,
but the BMI calculator insists
that 160 is the normal
I should reach.
June 27, 2025 at 5:59 PM
Sunday, December 1st, 2024
BMI
According to my BMI,
I am morbidly obese.
My 275 pounds of flesh
should be 160 of bone.
Never in my adult life
have I weighed 160 pounds,
but the BMI calculator insists
that 160 is the normal
I should reach.
BMI
According to my BMI,
I am morbidly obese.
My 275 pounds of flesh
should be 160 of bone.
Never in my adult life
have I weighed 160 pounds,
but the BMI calculator insists
that 160 is the normal
I should reach.
Saturday, November 30th, 2024
Clenched Teeth
Night comes,
just as drowsiness settles in.
Every noise-
the creaking of wood,
a car blasting music,
an unexpected far-off cry
stirs up a kind of storm in my brain,
a sudden, swirling whirlpool,
in which my mind
and the whole world are swept.
Clenched Teeth
Night comes,
just as drowsiness settles in.
Every noise-
the creaking of wood,
a car blasting music,
an unexpected far-off cry
stirs up a kind of storm in my brain,
a sudden, swirling whirlpool,
in which my mind
and the whole world are swept.
June 24, 2025 at 9:57 PM
Saturday, November 30th, 2024
Clenched Teeth
Night comes,
just as drowsiness settles in.
Every noise-
the creaking of wood,
a car blasting music,
an unexpected far-off cry
stirs up a kind of storm in my brain,
a sudden, swirling whirlpool,
in which my mind
and the whole world are swept.
Clenched Teeth
Night comes,
just as drowsiness settles in.
Every noise-
the creaking of wood,
a car blasting music,
an unexpected far-off cry
stirs up a kind of storm in my brain,
a sudden, swirling whirlpool,
in which my mind
and the whole world are swept.
Friday, November 29th, 2024
Thunder Thighs
My pants ripped today.
Out in public,
but no one noticed.
I wrapped my hoodie
around my waist.
Always the inseam.
These thunder thighs?
A gift from my mother.
The endless rustle
of flesh against fabric
devours every pair.
Thunder Thighs
My pants ripped today.
Out in public,
but no one noticed.
I wrapped my hoodie
around my waist.
Always the inseam.
These thunder thighs?
A gift from my mother.
The endless rustle
of flesh against fabric
devours every pair.
June 21, 2025 at 3:03 PM
Friday, November 29th, 2024
Thunder Thighs
My pants ripped today.
Out in public,
but no one noticed.
I wrapped my hoodie
around my waist.
Always the inseam.
These thunder thighs?
A gift from my mother.
The endless rustle
of flesh against fabric
devours every pair.
Thunder Thighs
My pants ripped today.
Out in public,
but no one noticed.
I wrapped my hoodie
around my waist.
Always the inseam.
These thunder thighs?
A gift from my mother.
The endless rustle
of flesh against fabric
devours every pair.
Thursday, November 28th, 2024
Cooking Traditions
Mi abuela came from the mountainous town of Lares,
migrating to the city of San Juan,
hauling her traditions with her—
from peeling coconuts and shelling gandules
to preparing dulce de naranja.
Cooking Traditions
Mi abuela came from the mountainous town of Lares,
migrating to the city of San Juan,
hauling her traditions with her—
from peeling coconuts and shelling gandules
to preparing dulce de naranja.
June 20, 2025 at 4:59 PM
Thursday, November 28th, 2024
Cooking Traditions
Mi abuela came from the mountainous town of Lares,
migrating to the city of San Juan,
hauling her traditions with her—
from peeling coconuts and shelling gandules
to preparing dulce de naranja.
Cooking Traditions
Mi abuela came from the mountainous town of Lares,
migrating to the city of San Juan,
hauling her traditions with her—
from peeling coconuts and shelling gandules
to preparing dulce de naranja.
Wednesday, November 27th, 2024
Refuge
Cuddles against aggression.
Cuddles to calm the anxious mind.
Cuddles to soften the sadness.
Cuddles to shield from all that's thrown.
Refuge
Cuddles against aggression.
Cuddles to calm the anxious mind.
Cuddles to soften the sadness.
Cuddles to shield from all that's thrown.
June 17, 2025 at 9:16 PM
Wednesday, November 27th, 2024
Refuge
Cuddles against aggression.
Cuddles to calm the anxious mind.
Cuddles to soften the sadness.
Cuddles to shield from all that's thrown.
Refuge
Cuddles against aggression.
Cuddles to calm the anxious mind.
Cuddles to soften the sadness.
Cuddles to shield from all that's thrown.
Tuesday, November 26th, 2024
Livid
Chronicle of a death foretold.
Yesterday’s stroll with my liver,
has me counting the end of days.
Maybe that’s for the best.
Infuriated by the doctor’s nerve,
enraged by my body weight
Indignant over my genes,
all I can do is scream.
Livid
Chronicle of a death foretold.
Yesterday’s stroll with my liver,
has me counting the end of days.
Maybe that’s for the best.
Infuriated by the doctor’s nerve,
enraged by my body weight
Indignant over my genes,
all I can do is scream.
June 16, 2025 at 9:29 PM
Tuesday, November 26th, 2024
Livid
Chronicle of a death foretold.
Yesterday’s stroll with my liver,
has me counting the end of days.
Maybe that’s for the best.
Infuriated by the doctor’s nerve,
enraged by my body weight
Indignant over my genes,
all I can do is scream.
Livid
Chronicle of a death foretold.
Yesterday’s stroll with my liver,
has me counting the end of days.
Maybe that’s for the best.
Infuriated by the doctor’s nerve,
enraged by my body weight
Indignant over my genes,
all I can do is scream.
Monday, November 25th, 2024
“Baritastic”
I took my liver on a stroll.
Apparently, she’s not happy.
The doctor prescribed bariatric.
She just looked at me once
and immediately decided:
bariatric surgery.
“Let’s cut and reduce, so that
we can cut and reduce your person.”
“Baritastic”
I took my liver on a stroll.
Apparently, she’s not happy.
The doctor prescribed bariatric.
She just looked at me once
and immediately decided:
bariatric surgery.
“Let’s cut and reduce, so that
we can cut and reduce your person.”
June 12, 2025 at 8:52 PM
Monday, November 25th, 2024
“Baritastic”
I took my liver on a stroll.
Apparently, she’s not happy.
The doctor prescribed bariatric.
She just looked at me once
and immediately decided:
bariatric surgery.
“Let’s cut and reduce, so that
we can cut and reduce your person.”
“Baritastic”
I took my liver on a stroll.
Apparently, she’s not happy.
The doctor prescribed bariatric.
She just looked at me once
and immediately decided:
bariatric surgery.
“Let’s cut and reduce, so that
we can cut and reduce your person.”
Sunday, November 24th, 2024
Fat Liberation
For human dignity and recognition.
For equal rights across every aspect of life.
For an end to discrimination in the workplace.
For an end to a lifetime of bullying.
For freedom from moralizing healthism.
Fat Liberation
For human dignity and recognition.
For equal rights across every aspect of life.
For an end to discrimination in the workplace.
For an end to a lifetime of bullying.
For freedom from moralizing healthism.
June 10, 2025 at 4:53 PM
Sunday, November 24th, 2024
Fat Liberation
For human dignity and recognition.
For equal rights across every aspect of life.
For an end to discrimination in the workplace.
For an end to a lifetime of bullying.
For freedom from moralizing healthism.
Fat Liberation
For human dignity and recognition.
For equal rights across every aspect of life.
For an end to discrimination in the workplace.
For an end to a lifetime of bullying.
For freedom from moralizing healthism.
Friday, November 22nd, 2024
Rapture
i momentarily
leave my vessel
not death
but rather
rest peace
feel no longer
a lifetime
i momentarily
leave my vessel
rest peace
a lifetime
trying to
break free
not death
Rapture
i momentarily
leave my vessel
not death
but rather
rest peace
feel no longer
a lifetime
i momentarily
leave my vessel
rest peace
a lifetime
trying to
break free
not death
June 7, 2025 at 6:42 PM
Friday, November 22nd, 2024
Rapture
i momentarily
leave my vessel
not death
but rather
rest peace
feel no longer
a lifetime
i momentarily
leave my vessel
rest peace
a lifetime
trying to
break free
not death
Rapture
i momentarily
leave my vessel
not death
but rather
rest peace
feel no longer
a lifetime
i momentarily
leave my vessel
rest peace
a lifetime
trying to
break free
not death
Thursday, November 21st, 2024
Unfolds
reflecting on yesterday’s self-portrait
i’m struck by how similar the process
of speaking about bodily trauma is to
coming out of the closet both are shrouded
in secrecy and take a lifetime to navigate
Unfolds
reflecting on yesterday’s self-portrait
i’m struck by how similar the process
of speaking about bodily trauma is to
coming out of the closet both are shrouded
in secrecy and take a lifetime to navigate
June 4, 2025 at 5:15 PM
Thursday, November 21st, 2024
Unfolds
reflecting on yesterday’s self-portrait
i’m struck by how similar the process
of speaking about bodily trauma is to
coming out of the closet both are shrouded
in secrecy and take a lifetime to navigate
Unfolds
reflecting on yesterday’s self-portrait
i’m struck by how similar the process
of speaking about bodily trauma is to
coming out of the closet both are shrouded
in secrecy and take a lifetime to navigate
Tuesday, November 19th, 2024
Embrace
At the end of the day,
I find myself soaking in the rays of light streaming through.
As I sit back, drink in hand,
I notice the unease creeping in; troubled, anxious.
Is it the relentless hustle that unnerves me?
Is it the state of the world?
Yes.
Embrace
At the end of the day,
I find myself soaking in the rays of light streaming through.
As I sit back, drink in hand,
I notice the unease creeping in; troubled, anxious.
Is it the relentless hustle that unnerves me?
Is it the state of the world?
Yes.
May 30, 2025 at 6:13 PM
Tuesday, November 19th, 2024
Embrace
At the end of the day,
I find myself soaking in the rays of light streaming through.
As I sit back, drink in hand,
I notice the unease creeping in; troubled, anxious.
Is it the relentless hustle that unnerves me?
Is it the state of the world?
Yes.
Embrace
At the end of the day,
I find myself soaking in the rays of light streaming through.
As I sit back, drink in hand,
I notice the unease creeping in; troubled, anxious.
Is it the relentless hustle that unnerves me?
Is it the state of the world?
Yes.
Monday, November 18th, 2024
Vessel
I took this photograph at first,
to chastise and self-deprecate.
Not only does my gaze carries depression,
my body drags it around.
Hunched over, heavy, always.
Always making fun of it.
But then, I went against the grain
and chose to honor this vessel.
Vessel
I took this photograph at first,
to chastise and self-deprecate.
Not only does my gaze carries depression,
my body drags it around.
Hunched over, heavy, always.
Always making fun of it.
But then, I went against the grain
and chose to honor this vessel.
May 29, 2025 at 6:44 PM
Monday, November 18th, 2024
Vessel
I took this photograph at first,
to chastise and self-deprecate.
Not only does my gaze carries depression,
my body drags it around.
Hunched over, heavy, always.
Always making fun of it.
But then, I went against the grain
and chose to honor this vessel.
Vessel
I took this photograph at first,
to chastise and self-deprecate.
Not only does my gaze carries depression,
my body drags it around.
Hunched over, heavy, always.
Always making fun of it.
But then, I went against the grain
and chose to honor this vessel.
Sunday, November 17th, 2024
PTSD
And my floodgates are wide open,
lacking a filter, sensory overload.
Constantly through my gaze.
I try to shut down, hyperfocus,
lost in dark tunnel vision.
TV and alcohol block out the world.
But the tragedy is
that pleasure and joy
are filtered out as well.
PTSD
And my floodgates are wide open,
lacking a filter, sensory overload.
Constantly through my gaze.
I try to shut down, hyperfocus,
lost in dark tunnel vision.
TV and alcohol block out the world.
But the tragedy is
that pleasure and joy
are filtered out as well.
May 28, 2025 at 5:36 PM
Sunday, November 17th, 2024
PTSD
And my floodgates are wide open,
lacking a filter, sensory overload.
Constantly through my gaze.
I try to shut down, hyperfocus,
lost in dark tunnel vision.
TV and alcohol block out the world.
But the tragedy is
that pleasure and joy
are filtered out as well.
PTSD
And my floodgates are wide open,
lacking a filter, sensory overload.
Constantly through my gaze.
I try to shut down, hyperfocus,
lost in dark tunnel vision.
TV and alcohol block out the world.
But the tragedy is
that pleasure and joy
are filtered out as well.
Saturday, November 16th, 2024
Gaze
I often carry it in my gaze.
If you look closely, you may find it.
Still unnamed, yet deeply present.
If it is true we grow used to suffering,
how is it that as the years go by
one always suffers more and more?
Gaze
I often carry it in my gaze.
If you look closely, you may find it.
Still unnamed, yet deeply present.
If it is true we grow used to suffering,
how is it that as the years go by
one always suffers more and more?
May 27, 2025 at 9:13 PM
Saturday, November 16th, 2024
Gaze
I often carry it in my gaze.
If you look closely, you may find it.
Still unnamed, yet deeply present.
If it is true we grow used to suffering,
how is it that as the years go by
one always suffers more and more?
Gaze
I often carry it in my gaze.
If you look closely, you may find it.
Still unnamed, yet deeply present.
If it is true we grow used to suffering,
how is it that as the years go by
one always suffers more and more?
Thursday, November 14th, 2024
Pinches
The hand comes flying.
Fingers at the ready, they approach.
They get closer to the chest.
They touch.
Immediately a fiery sensation is felt on your tit.
You pull away, but that only makes the fingers grab onto the nipple.
They grab.
Pinches
The hand comes flying.
Fingers at the ready, they approach.
They get closer to the chest.
They touch.
Immediately a fiery sensation is felt on your tit.
You pull away, but that only makes the fingers grab onto the nipple.
They grab.
May 26, 2025 at 6:29 PM
Thursday, November 14th, 2024
Pinches
The hand comes flying.
Fingers at the ready, they approach.
They get closer to the chest.
They touch.
Immediately a fiery sensation is felt on your tit.
You pull away, but that only makes the fingers grab onto the nipple.
They grab.
Pinches
The hand comes flying.
Fingers at the ready, they approach.
They get closer to the chest.
They touch.
Immediately a fiery sensation is felt on your tit.
You pull away, but that only makes the fingers grab onto the nipple.
They grab.
Tuesday, November 12th, 2024
Hermit
It happened
that I grew into an elder
when I learned to be alone;
existing alongside my fish and plants.
It happened
that I grew into an elder
when I learned to detach;
as the years go by it became easier.
Hermit
It happened
that I grew into an elder
when I learned to be alone;
existing alongside my fish and plants.
It happened
that I grew into an elder
when I learned to detach;
as the years go by it became easier.
May 25, 2025 at 8:17 PM
Tuesday, November 12th, 2024
Hermit
It happened
that I grew into an elder
when I learned to be alone;
existing alongside my fish and plants.
It happened
that I grew into an elder
when I learned to detach;
as the years go by it became easier.
Hermit
It happened
that I grew into an elder
when I learned to be alone;
existing alongside my fish and plants.
It happened
that I grew into an elder
when I learned to detach;
as the years go by it became easier.
Monday, November 11th, 2024
Everyday
“Within a Marxist approach to the history of sensation, trauma can be understood as a sign or symptom of a broader systemic problem, a moment in which abstract social systems can actually be felt or sensed.
Everyday
“Within a Marxist approach to the history of sensation, trauma can be understood as a sign or symptom of a broader systemic problem, a moment in which abstract social systems can actually be felt or sensed.
May 23, 2025 at 9:22 PM
Monday, November 11th, 2024
Everyday
“Within a Marxist approach to the history of sensation, trauma can be understood as a sign or symptom of a broader systemic problem, a moment in which abstract social systems can actually be felt or sensed.
Everyday
“Within a Marxist approach to the history of sensation, trauma can be understood as a sign or symptom of a broader systemic problem, a moment in which abstract social systems can actually be felt or sensed.
New level unlocked! With great I am part of this group of amazing artists that are part of the En Foco Inc. Fellowship. Very excited for this achievement! Check out the press release.
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May 22, 2025 at 10:05 PM
New level unlocked! With great I am part of this group of amazing artists that are part of the En Foco Inc. Fellowship. Very excited for this achievement! Check out the press release.
#enfoco #artsyfartsy #artisthustle #artcareer
#enfoco #artsyfartsy #artisthustle #artcareer
Sunday, November 10th, 2024
Clinicalizing
Everyday or hidden forms of trauma, especially those caused by systemic oppression, require us to think differently, in a way that won’t clinicalize it with jargon.
Clinicalizing
Everyday or hidden forms of trauma, especially those caused by systemic oppression, require us to think differently, in a way that won’t clinicalize it with jargon.
May 21, 2025 at 5:52 PM
Sunday, November 10th, 2024
Clinicalizing
Everyday or hidden forms of trauma, especially those caused by systemic oppression, require us to think differently, in a way that won’t clinicalize it with jargon.
Clinicalizing
Everyday or hidden forms of trauma, especially those caused by systemic oppression, require us to think differently, in a way that won’t clinicalize it with jargon.