As nativism and fascist politics are on the rise everywhere, a heroine like Modesty is more vital and relevant than ever
Category Archives: Musings
Making art is grabbing some inchoate idea from the ether and trying wrestle it into physical existence. Always failing, really, but never stopping.
We are not free labor, we are not the product!
Imagine, if you will, our own queer, smutty twittergram where we share our work and our thoughts without fear of algorithmic erasure, trolls, or weaponized reports.
The erotic as continuum–not binary
Why is sex, and the erotic in general, segregated in our storytelling?
The office, but not THAT office
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.
Move Better, Draw Better
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.
Thicc of Heart
How did we come to a place where physique is the realm of toxic masculinity?
The most important part of the book is—
I would never be offended to hear “I bought your book for the cover.”