Misc. - Blog Posts

“I daydreamed chiefly about beauty. I dreamed of myself becoming so beautiful that people would turn to look at me when I passed. And I dreamed of colors - scarlet, gold, green, white. I dreamed of myself walking proudly in beautiful clothes and being admired by everyone and overhearing words of praise. I made up the praises and repeated them aloud as if someone else were saying them.”

— Marilyn Monroe.

„You don’t owe anyone anything“

Wrong. We owe each other kindness, compassion and empathy.

This individualistic mindset, especially from western countries is killing our mental health and planet.

No change has ever been made without community.

blasphemous transgender art NOW

no te salves (2007) ph. francisca ulloa

tendres esclaves - robert chouraqui (1990)

Dior Homme spring 2002 “Boys Don’t Cry” Bloodwound Harness — Inspired by Johnny Thunders & The Heartbreakers

William Heath Robinson (1872–1944)

“Exceedingly Odious and Hateful to Thieves and Robbers”

illustration from ‘The Works of Mr. Francis Rabelais’, 1932

source

I am confined by physical limitations; pull me closer.

bella

Sophia Friesen by Bruno Unikowsky for Numéro Netherlands January 2025

Source: Love Shook My Heart; New Lesbian Love Stories - edited by Irene Zahava

Liz Maw - Abattoir Ruins (Tokomaru Bay), 2023 [Oil on board, framed]

Kinoko Shibari

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

Sugizo [LUNA SEA] SHOXX vol.43, 1996

St. Sebastian, Suehiro Maruo

having sex with your friends is so very normal please stop poisoning the youths minds with shame surrounding hooking up with your friends. especially if you’re gay

“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets. 

Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”

–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.

you’re a drug addict lying on your back in a tijuana hotel room

— December 21, 1918 / Franz Kafka diaries

Illustration for “Delta of Venus” by Anais Nin, 1979 by Bob Carlos Clarke

more people need to give themselves permission to write and draw pornography

Kati Horna, Historia de un Vampiro, Sucedió en Coyoacán, Coyoacán, Ciudad de México, 1962

it’s not fucking tinnitus idiot that’s my guardian angel speaking to me

(detail from the San Barnaba Altarpiece (c. 1488) by Sandro Botticelli)

do you want to have sex with me i promise it will be totally weird and unsatisfying maybe we can make it a whole thing