Testosterone Box #2

Aromantic headcanons.... save me aromantic headcanonns...

has anyone figured out how much art you need to make to make your mental illness go away

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.

🗡️🗡️🗡️

until i see more love for trans men who don’t bind i’m not going to shut the fuck up about it

Resurrection, 2025

Oil on canvas

14 x 11 in.

“for the world beyond death is surely august”

E.M. Forster “The Point of It

something in me just wants to play wrestle with a boy i have intense homoerotic feelings towards

“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

Backyard #5

Oil paint with palette knife

11x14 inches