consider this
what if i applied for an mfa program or dropped out of school and became a bartender or i stopped what i’m doing and pursued woodworking and started flipping...
thirty-two
I wake up the morning of my birthday inside a small trailer. Natural light filters in from the west-facing windows, sills lined with crystals and knick-...
moving the garage
hello sweet baby angels, in efforts to distance myself from authoritarian surveillance state technology, i am moving my newsletter off of substack and on to...
a brief autumn dispatch
June I resume the Sequential Artist Workshop (SAW) Graphic Novel Intensive (GNI) Program. I am billowing with optimism. July I spend another week in New York...
a pig in lipstick
a rebuke of the democratic party's dangerous 'personality over policy' approach
the king is dead! long live the king!
RIP Richard William King Jr (May 27, 1964-January 27, 2024)
where does the transsexual texan go?
I scrape up cash to go to New York City each summer. This year, I return to the highly fabled Nowadays. Willem Helf raved there. McKenzie Wark calls it...
An Ode To Alcoholism
feat. Rocky's indie sleaze era photos
2000s Indie Sleaze Compendium
time is a spiral wishing well
WE ARE ALL DOGS IN GOD'S HOT CAR
hot-covid-trans-logoff-abortion.docx
Winter Interlude
I am depressed, though it is a much less severe depression than what I’m used to. All it took was several lifestyle changes to get to this point. I am no...
10 tricks that will drive him absolutely cum-guzzling crazy and you'll get married and share a bank account together!!!
the only difference between martyrdom and suicide is that i unsubscribed to the failing new york times newsletter and i store Pee in the balls
LOVE NOTES TO THOSE OF NOTE
August was a pivotal moment for us. It was during this trip I realized that I can trust you with the entirety of my being. That night together, my mind...
honk if u love dying & being dead
CW: death
what collaborating with another mentally ill artist is like
in honor of my creative partner and soulmate, for whom I would change nothing about our relationship
The Covidian Vibe Shift / 1 / LOGGING OFF
Flee the algorithms before they destroy the last traces of wonder you have left.
Meat
Pontificating on deli slices, disco, and my body's shifting landscape
Texas in My Soul
I have returned to Austin.
An Orange Hippo is Dancing in the Attic
The past few days, I’ve woken up thinking: An orange hippo is dancing in the attic. Because that is exactly what has happened. An orange hippo is dancing in...
A Lonely Canary Logs On
EXT. BACK END OF A TEXAS GROCERY STORE - DAYGrackles hop around picking at trash. A small pick-up truck rolls up next to the dumpster. Driver’s side opens...
Living, Laughter, and Love at the Lucky's Market
I’m pushing along my freshly sanitized cart, as you do. Creeping up and down the aisles with my mask and white knuckles. Maybe I’ll try some new goddamned...
Field Observations from Central Ohio
I. Would you look at the legs on this tiny dog? Boy, oh boy, she is LEGGY! Chihuahua mix with skyscrapers for legs. Best guess is she’s got some Italian...
My High School Sweetheart, Jimmy McGill
Reflections on dating a dirtbag guy as a closeted dirtbag lesbian
Field Observations from My Pandemic Walks
"Time to go take a stupid little fucking afternoon stroll"