Smoke Break

Smoke Break

I don't draw Helen enough so I figure it might be fun to make her one of Quiver's coworkers.

((Smoking is bad for you, but much like vigilante justice, and bare-knuckle street fighting, it's something I can find enjoyable in fiction.))

It’s crazy and fucked up that being yourself is actually the solution.

i think it really says a lot that i've lost count of the number of times i've had friends get together to watch the star wars prequels for shits and giggles but i've still never seen the second or third movie

also going through this character development especially wrt insecurities about my voice and it is one of the best things i've ever done for myself - that shy little thing trying its best to disappear in its corner could never internalize that it was okay to just be.

finally realizing after all this time that i've surrounded myself with people that don't see me as a burden, that actively want me around, that actively want me to be annoying because they enjoy my company. finally allowing myself to reach out and be that kind of annoying to people i care about the same way i wished others would reach out to me, and only having it received positively. realizing that if displaying an interest in people wasn't received positively, why should i stick around?

(also coming back to your first point, allowing myself to get into it and just let go and then being told my voice has caused a partner to soak through multiple layers of clothing is a fucking ego boost like no other and i'll never go back)

it's a lot of words to say 'just b urself' in a roundabout way but it's so fucked up how much better life really gets when you can truly internalize that and live how you want to live

Recently I’ve been working on making cute noises on purpose when I cum. I lived for years in a house where I felt like any noise I made was a bother, so I learned to do everything and quiet as possible. The way I place my feet when I walk makes me near silent and I regularly surprise my roomies by appearing in a room with them. I can bawl my eyes out silently. I can also masturbate without making a noise other than letting out the occasional held breath.

This sucks! I’m sick of being quiet! I want to be loud and take up space! I want my roomies to know when I’m in the room with them by my footfalls, I want them to hear when I’m sad, and I want sexual partners to hear me moan when I’m close! I want to exist!

DANIEL ARSHAM and HAJIME SORAYAMA, collaborative sculpture revealed at 2GTOKYO, November 2019

some of you would absolutely fold to this