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I’m thrilled to report that the Greyhound Lean is a centuries old tradition of the breed as seen in this painting from 1848-1849

(Isabella by John Everett Millais)

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Freddie Mercury & his partner Jim Hutton (1980s)

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thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.

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Yoshi Busan (부산대타투)

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he sit

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Another commission

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Years from Now

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mimic

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never ask a woman her age a man his salary your mutual how late it is in her timezone when she starts posting about that bisexual man

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just was thinking about how I feel about being “born in the wrong body.” i was given a body of clay and hands to mold it. i was given the tools to create and remake and change and grow. i am who i am not because of the canvas but the art of the future scars on my chest and the for-now grooves in my shoulder after the binder comes off.

it’s been pierced and painted and tattooed and freckled in the sun. it’s bled and been stitched up. it’s been lined by smiles. it’s had broken bones that healed under casts signed by people whose names i can’t remember.

i guess what im trying to say is that my body is more than just its factory settings. it’s been harassed and hurt and shamed. but it’s also been strengthened and loved and made into art. it’s me and it’s mine.

i was born in the body that would take the steps to get me to the next one. and the next. and the next and the next and the

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the moon is loved no matter what phase she’s in... just as you are.

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Getting professional prints of this made because my printer cannot handle it ;;