this is my love language. i used to have my friends + neighbors over in adolescence to sit on my porch and paint. every gathering since then has been inspired by that spirit.
some day i hope to operate a communal studio (plus other secrets) where we can continue body doubling in our respective crafts.
I can move my face around and bop in my seat as much as I want without it seeming performative
I am protected from the unruliness Of a man , who thinks that I put on a nice dress For
Him, or forces. a tear down my cheek to seem gentle For Him,
I am not gentle for him,
I am not feeling For him
I am Feeling because I know no other way to be
He simply has the privilege of a glance towards me
