I have met boys who slipped their hands into my pants
while they were driving a car.
One hand on the steering wheel,
the other creeping up my thigh-
because touching me wasn’t something that required
their full attention.
I have met boys who blushed a deep red
when they caught a brief glimpse of my cotton underwear
as I uncrossed my legs.
Then there was the boy who
politely studied the painting on the bathroom wall
while I peed at a party
and had no qualms about
unbuttoning my jeans a few hours later,
while we rode in the backseat of my friend’s car.
I have tried to forget leaning against a tiny sink
and seeing a boy who I thought of as simply a close friend
look at my pants like they were the claw arcade game
and whatever was down there was something
he needed to take home, no matter how many tries it took.
I have looked at boy’s fingers as they
plucked the strings of a guitar or pressed the keys of a piano
and imagined what they’d feel like running down my spine.
I have looked at boy’s fingers
and wished that their sticky little rolls
never once left a salty stain on my inner thighs.
I am thinking of being touched
as a course I once taught-
“Give me your hand.
This is my hip, please linger here.
This is my chin, please cup it and pull me closer.”
I am thinking that perhaps I should retire
and wait until the pupils learn to educate themselves,
and yet I crave you tracing the shape of my ears
the same way you finger the fragile stem of a flower-
like touch is a lesson that you can never get sick of learning.
A @mixednutssf side by side
The photo | my sumi ink rendition
Brandon asked for a portrait so I made him a portrait
This means I’m working on something good
Day 146? Really?
Last night @mixednutssf and I went on an adventure to Oakland to deliver this painting and see the Pixies. It was pretty rad.
It’s been a while but I haven’t forgotten how
I was interviewed about my art for SF Weekly’s The Exhibitionist blog. It’s pretty rad, you should go read it! Thanks @laurajayecramer
Men still have trouble recognizing that a woman can be complex, can have ambition, good looks, sexuality, erudition, and common sense. A woman can have all those facets, and yet men, in literature and in drama, seem to need to simplify women, to polarize us as either the whore or the angel.
Natalie Dormer (via yourclassyslut)
When I was a young man I felt the need to simplify women. Now I see the difference between a woman who sets herself apart and recognize that she can be both, plus the things in between.(via thesalaciousstranger)