trans not as in killing your past self but resurrecting your very, very first self
[Text ID: there is no one’s skin under my fingernails. there is no one to watch my hair grow. no one looks at me when i walk. people want me to pay money for each thing i get. i have every kind of thought and that is no embarrassment. i look at myself when i bathe. what i give to all the people who do not want to live with me is arithmetic. i count infants and predict their days. i subtract peopled killed for one reason or another. i guess the new reasons and project their efficacy. i decorate my numbers and circulate them. /End ID]
On the occasion of the dandelions beginning to erupt once again in my area, I’m posting the last two in my series of Art Nouveau designs (here are the others), this one by M.P. Verneuil, from Plants and Their Application to Ornament (1895-96).
“notes in my lunches, winter 2022” a collection compiled by my finacée <3
Transgender Tapestry Magazine issues from the late 90s & early 2000s













