I am a tree

pictures of me done by people who are not me (i suddenly realized how many of these I have, plus another that I’ve lost)

i am glad to have these, I like them all a lot

i’m not sure if i’m happy or full of adrenaline from impressing the old white dude communications teacher who seems to always look down on “kids these days and their technologies,” but either way, I’ll take it

plizm:

Faber Franco

I am reblogging this a second time because ever since i saw this photo the first time I do this to my tummy hair in the shower, oops

plizm:

Faber Franco

I am reblogging this a second time because ever since i saw this photo the first time I do this to my tummy hair in the shower, oops

Amazon is sending me emails suggesting I buy batteries, new translations of Dante’s Inferno, and best-selling beverages

….okay amazon

It’s rainy and beautiful and my rain jacket still has mud from Marlboro on it. I’m in my room listening to silly pop punk music and I am on my way to setting up a contact improv jam here and I feel good about that and I am about to do my t shot. Yesterday someone told me they saw me but hadn’t recognized me because I was wearing pants and that was a startling revelation about the things I wear lately. I have to read an essay by a teacher I hate (he assigned his own writing big surprise) and I don’t want to. I don’t want to go to another class where he just talks about himself and argues with us if we disagree.

dang i have two partners but neither one is online for me to show them photos I took of myself tonight in these clothes, I feel cute, I feel attractive, in the ways my body is “mismatched” and strangely gendered and freaky

oh well. My head hurts, goodnight

cannot decide whether or not to go to class tomorrow

my brain is so full

Where I’m going tonight:

"The Secret History Of Love is a dance that reveals the underground ways LGBT people managed to survive and find love in decades past, despite tremendous obstacles. 1920’s speakeasies, wartime love affairs, police raids, and steamy underground cabarets explode onstage in this powerful work by transgender trailblazer Sean Dorsey."

I predict having feelings

i need to pay the computer people $40 and in return they will keep my computer for a week and then tell me how much more I need to pay them

i wish i could trade for things/services instead of using dollars. Dollars are too scary. Broken computers are also too scary. I wish computers didn’t break. My computer is important to me, for feeling/being connected to friends & events & for getting school- things and fun/personal-things done (I shouldn’t feel like I have to defend using a computer ehhhh but i do)

inthemoodtodissolveinthesky:

Louise Bourgeois, To Unravel a Torment You Must Begin Somewhere, no. 8 of 9, from the series What is the Shape of this Problem?, 1999

inthemoodtodissolveinthesky:

Louise Bourgeois, To Unravel a Torment You Must Begin Somewhere, no. 8 of 9, from the series What is the Shape of this Problem?, 1999

i have so much tummy hair? people dont like tummy hair???? hairless is good????? g r?? os???ss????

the tech people couldn’t fix my computer, but i got good mail today, full of art!!!, (and also some sparkly makeup I haven’t figured out how to use) and I put 5 things in the mail (i love mail)