A loving tribute to creative stasis, and the cyclical routine so familiar to visual artists. Beautiful stuff.
I too was ashamed to admit that the only time I can make myself cum is when imagining I am someone else. I have never seen myself as extending into the realm of sexuality, not in my mind's eye. It is too much to pretend I am who the world sees me as publicly, to refuse to do so privately is exciting. Forbidden. I shop in the boys section too, but feeling lace against my vagina excites me. Pretending I…
Here's a tweet from filmmaker cassie jaye:
"When an organization you *used* to consider a reliable source (SPLC) blatantly lies about you + you're a registered Democrat and GQ magazine lists you as part of the "establishment of the cultural right" alongside Richard Spencer = you start to see the green falling letters."
These right wing grifters are shameless. All I want to know is why they can't admit what they are? Let's make this easy. Cassie Jaye's propaganda film…