Thoughts and Happenings

Articles, essays, diatribes and polemics. Here's where I gather my wandering thoughts and capture the state of my fevered imagination in words. Little bugs trapped in digital amber ready to broadcast my enigmatic being to the ages. Or, you could just call it a blog, I suppose. Do we still call them that, darling?
  • brick wall with faded paint, possible from a mural, with a sign reading Accessible Entry bolted into the bricks

    Worth a thousand words

    While a fully-sighted person might not ever notice--or need--alt text, they make a huge difference to a lot of people who would totally miss out on the image otherwise. They may experience it differently, but why deny them any experience at all?
  • oil painting of muscular, nude, male angel against a pristine blue sky, graced by large magnolia blossoms. he's grinning impishly and aiming a golden bow and arrow at an unseen target

    An angel has no memory

    I find myself suddenly drawn to the angel as a presentation of male beauty that is sensual and celebratory, rather than violent or coercive. Yes, there’s a bow and arrow. But it’s the revelation of hidden desires he’s aiming at his unseen target, not a threat of subjugation.
  • side by side images of a young, shirtless, muscular man grinning at the camera in delight at being made a sex object

    What Men Want and What Men Look Like

    Reading this book, and sharing in the experiences and reminiscences, I wondered: is representation also the freedom to present your desire, unedited, uncoded, uninhibited for those that share the desire? We bond over not being the same, but wanting the same.
  • detail of an oil painting showing a male torso, in shades of purple, draped with vibrant red calla lilies

    Engaged Buddhism

    Making art is my path of engaged Buddhism--the radical act of creating beauty and using imagination to point the way to a better world.
  • A sleeping male beauty, nude, with a sizeable endowment peeking out; he's resting on a dark background and graced with gentle white flowers

    Buddhism and the Erotic

    Why is the erotic, something so fundamental, powerful, and pleasurable criminalized, censored, and shamed? Because, if let loose it threatens to tear down the house which whiteness built.
  • marble statue of standing nude male looking pensively off into the distance

    Spartacus, queer hero

    A new, queer look through the lens of ecstatic ritual at an old hetero legend, history's most famous gladiator, Spartacus, queer hero

  • The Path of Least Respectability

    My art is a celebration of the erotic not just for pleasure alone, but pleasure as activism, pleasure as pathway to liberation.
  • oil painting of two male figure, one nude standing to the left, the other lying on the ground before a surreal landscape of swirling clouds, a red planet, and flowers

    John Carter, but make it gay!

    The gay erotic surrealism of Burrough's hyper-masculine hero John Carter unpacked through the medium of a new oil painting