Lunch in the bathroom stall circa 2001

A valentine for the times. Burn it all down.

Butterfly for a Brain- thinking about the annihilation of self necessary to gain favor under fascism, in this case for women. You are assigned a role, you have no choice but to play it, under the threat that it’s better than no role at all. Better no, but safer, but is safe worth your soul.

Progress pictures on a painting. I really do feel like a kid on move-in day before the boxes show up: just running around in an empty space hearing your voice echo off the walls.

Being internet invisible kind of feels great. Can finally again scream into the void. Scream! SCREAAAAAAM!