Resurrection, 2025
Oil on canvas
14 x 11 in.
oh to be a boxy, wrestler kind of dude. oh to hang out with friends and be called "one of the boys". oh to be sweaty and a little too loud. oh to drink some root beer. oh to wear a too-tight t-shirt. oh to be a sweetheart with a calloused surface.
tonight's plans: jerk off to completion..... two cans of sprite (crush against forehead like a neanderthal school bully) ...... write the great american novel
something in me just wants to play wrestle with a boy i have intense homoerotic feelings towards
doing anything with technology these days is an unending cycle of going no i do not want to use AI. im not interested in setting up copilot. I do not want help building my site. I would like my autocorrect to make sense again. I do not want AI generated search suggestions. no. nope. still not. die
"We have a new AI feature!" "With the power of AI..." "Our AI..."
I am going to abandon technology and start only inscribing things on clay tablets
i was born in the right generation
i love spotify and synthetic testosterone
thank u earth for leather & fur & sex & pottery & laughter & rain & the lilac bush & hay in a field & cows to eat the hay & thank u earth for a perfect view of the moon
trans + queer in the American South (and other oddities)mid-20she/him
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