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Look at my 2 lesbian trolls. I know I screwed up on the hands. I did a Pride Month drawing but I couldn’t upload it because my family had some WiFi problems at the time. Now I feel like I shouldn’t posted because of the timing.
Untitled ( everything raged around us)
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Untitled ( a self portrait )
By Me
2023
Untitled ( Simone )
by Me
2023
"is in vour wounds will heal my love" (L.F.)
Inspired by @lucafinotti r and subject model @simonenobili
Untitled ( the song of the Whipoorwill )
by Me
2023
untitled ♥️ ( first sleepover )
by Me
2023
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untitled ( its art, that’s it )
by Me
2023
Untitled ( first one, more to come, promise )
By Me
2023
Adam in Stripes By Me
2023
Aaron and friend
@aaronmichaelwoods
2023
by Me
Matthew Hetznecker
Untitled ( when day breaks) by Me
Matthew Hetznecker
Untitled ( maybe Sam )
by Me
Matthew Hetznecker
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Here’s is the trailer for my new film “Expiration Date”! It’s a story about love in a way I feel we’re not used to seeing on screen. This is for us and by us! Enjoy!
The first season of the show is here! A new episode every week! Please support!
Choking
I could feel myself choking, on his internalized self loathing and the humidity.
This damn window is always such a bitch to open, but finally- I cracked it open and the rush of air was tickling the hairs on my body, and quenching my lungs.
The floor feels so cool on my skin, my always buzzing with warmth, skin. The shadows and colors on the ceiling look like so inviting and forgiving. They whisper to me, “you love you, that’s enough,” but I don’t believe them. As I gaze out the window I can see the sky, it’s perfectly clear. It looks painted actually.
Buzz, buzz.
What does he want now? To suffocate me further? Leave me alone! Go lie to the world somewhere else. Yo sé quién soy. Soy hermosa como soy. I hate him. I hate how this makes me feel.
I miss you.
Yea, I miss me too. I miss how free I was. How I had no fear, but now I fear losing your love. Losing. I fear losing, but I can’t and I won’t. I can’t lose out on love. Real, free, trusted love.
15 minutes.
That’s all the time I have to pull myself off this floor and feel like a whole person again. To feel my soul light up and be the roaring fire it truly is when it isn’t being snuffed out and stifled by bigotry and insecurity. Ahh! I’m tired of crying hot tears of desperation.
A kiss. A hand on my knee. A lie.
All this to make me feel special behind closed doors. Doors so heavy and thick that they can barely be opened. Doors that if we ran through them hand in hand we could be free.
It’s hot out. 9PM. 80 degrees Fahrenheit. Where is that damn breeze. I’m choking again, this time on the smoke from his day old blunt. Damn, anything else you want to suppress? It doesn’t really matter does it? Of course it does but he’ll never get it. Only one of us choking. You can’t know the feeling unless you’ve choked before.
(8.5.18)
Just for fun
paper, aquarelle, colored pencil
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My knight from the east)
paper, felt pen, liner