Saucy On Main At 2 AM Who Even Cares Anymore

saucy on main at 2 AM who even cares anymore

After the Rain - Lisa Benson

New Zealand , b. 1966 -

Linocut print ,   27 x 35 cm. Ed. 8.

Instead of making up shitty racist headcanons about Miles shoplifting join me in headcanoning him picking up ballet because he thought Gwen being a ballerina was super neat and it would help him in his spiderman job

I’ve had almost this exact fantasy for years, probably ever since I was a kid (tho I don’t have it so often I think anymore). I didn’t realise so many other people have also thought the same thing but… in hindsight maybe I should have guessed. That this is something a lot of people would want and could relate to.

I think it kind of evolves from the childhood fantasy of secretly being a superhero or wizard or similar. It feels like it’s driven by a similar desire, and relies on a very reminiscent situation of finding out. And then evolves into this: a more ‘mundane’ more ‘realistic’ version.

I always wanted there to be a reason why I was secretly special or an explanation of why I was different to others and struggled at certain things. More than other people did it seemed sometimes. And turns out there IS a reason actually. Huh. I’m trans and have gender dysphoria and probably neurodivergent of some sort too. And I’m sure many other people who had this fantasy were dealing with similar things too, like maybe a disability or mental health issue. But unfortunately that isn’t something you can just get a vitamin or an operation for and ‘fix’ or make easier overnight (at least not completely). No, it’s something you have to work with and live with your whole life.

Me: You know how when you were a kid and you’d wish that you’d get sick or injured in a way that would justify why you didn’t live up to your potential?

Everybody, apparently: No?

Sunset , Long Sands - Lisa Benson , 2024.

New Zealand , b. 1966 -

Linocut print ,   15 x 10 cm.

Heating Ice, Rising Sun - Shuhua Xiong