Why is sex, and the erotic in general, segregated in our storytelling?
Today I make one thing. I may make something different tomorrow. I close down by hitting a kind of reset button on the office, restoring it to a ready state–ready for tomorrow’s adventure.
Everything that’s not burning hot like that hothouse, not pushing and pulling to reshape us into our most glorious selves, not utterly committed and vulnerable, is the mistake, the fake, the loss, the near miss.
Expanding my routines freed up my thinking about health and physique, freed up my body and, believe it or not, freed up my art, too.
When you start to engage with the cishet power brokers and gatekeepers, pundits and pontificators, you’ll often get the well-intentioned advice to straighten it up or go nowhere.
How did we come to a place where physique is the realm of toxic masculinity?
I would never be offended to hear “I bought your book for the cover.”
What makes a guy doable? Simple, intensity.
Just like process over product, think creator over creation.
Life outside the studio may be on hold, but the art-making continues. I’m grateful for the manifold privileges of health, safety, and security that allow this. The last year held challenges for all of us, but it would be the height of ignorance and arrogance for me to complain without at least some acknowledgement ofContinue reading “Returnings of the year”