SO I WAS TALKING WITH MY FRIEND FROM AUSTRALIA ABOUT POPSICLES AND SHE DIDNT KNOW WHAT A BOMB POP WAS SO I MADE THIS FREEDOM CRACK ABOUT IT BEING THE MOST AMERICAN POPSICLE
AND SHE ASKED ME IF I KNEW WHAT AUSTRALIA’S “FAVORITE FROZEN DELIGHT” WAS
I ANSWERED “KOALA”
AND SHE SAID NO
IT’S GOLDEN GAYTIMES
THIS FUCKING POPSICLE
AUSTRALIA GOD DAMN IT
Now that I have watched my mother b extremely specific about the kinds of fat-free and sugar-free things she is willing to eat, I may have more sympathy towards people who are disgusted when I eat weird fake cheese and fake meat
Just… really, really different values man. Nobody should be eating that much fish. This is why there are no more fish
I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time in airports this summer, most recently because I have to go home suddenly due to a family emergency. I hate airports, I really do. I especially hate the TSA. But as I’ve gone through transition, and am read more universally as male, my own self-concept has been shifting.
At first, I’d try and pass for female to the best of my ability, wearing a sports bra and being only slightly appalled when TSA agents found my bra on the scanner as if it were some kind of terrorist threat. (I gave up opting out of the full body scan after a particularly jarring incident at Boston Logan with a male, then a female agent.)
Then I started traveling without any binder or bra, since it seemed like that was the thing coming up on scans. For the most part, it was no big deal. But today, the scanner found my chest, the (male) attendant asked me about it, I told him it was my chest, and he had another male attendant come and check out my chest with a gloved hand. Imagine that! A man feeling me up in public and it is totally not a big deal. I can finally no longer be carrying boobs around, because that’s clearly not what they are. AMAZING… and also hilarious.
My work is up in Katy’s Corner Cafe! Yes yes yes! Many thanks to Briana for helping me get all the work up. The best part of the day was when a girl walked in and bought one of them before I’d even finished hanging them! If you live in Seattle, please come by to check out the work and support Katy’s!
I know a real artist now! And I might get to live next to her art! Yay Liz
…I wish Alison Bechdel would write a book about *my* life, so that I could make sense of what it means
They were labeled
"TESTOSTERONE BOOSTER FOR MEN"
"SUSAN: MILLIONAIRE MEN AWAIT YOU AT suchandsuchspam.com"
This is the weather report for my 5 days in Seattle. I really wanted rain, y’all…