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“Buck” // On being a trans man in the deep south

I need Art like i need God, 1997. Monoprint 30 x 41cm. Brown, N., 2006. Tracey Emin. London: Tate Publishing

do *you* think with your dick?

I think with my packer

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

Today's children don't know what it was like when half of your photographs would turn out with demonically glowing red eyes.

M. Morrissey, (b. 1996)

G*D MADE ME A TRANSSEXUAL, (2025)

Cotton thread, .5 mm crochet hook

cinema without people: Brokeback Mountain (2005, dir. Ang Lee)

Thank fuck for testosterone. Every time I have to refill my prescription I’m terrified something will go wrong and I won’t be able to get it. But luckily just a slight hiccup this time. Testosterone is secured

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

“whispered ‘mississippi’s’”

learned to count thunder on my grandparents’ porch

the whispered “mississippi’s” separating the miles

in between lightning storms to home front

tongue to sky to taste raindrops

before sprinkled upon the cement

(like the first blood i spilled)

and coating grass blades with dew

as well as the buzz cut i carried through elementary

when puddles meant being splashed by rubber boots

and not onto me by careless traffic

passing through cityscapes

wet socks are different when being asked for

rather than being forced to have under an umbrella

yearning to run through that yard yet again

may 9, 2024