Xrafstar GuestbooK

the first piece of art of yours i ever encountered was a headless selfie on tumblr, fragile on the floor, that read "machines are used to handle undesired objects: refuse, feces, and disabled trans bodies." it split my flesh instantly, the well of fermented pus and swallowed loathing in my swollen aorta now suddenly free to gulp down it's first savoring taste of searing oxygen. i've toddled silently after you in a daze ever since. maximum softness was the first time i felt like a broken and dangerous thing, crammed full to bursting with jagged unwanted violence, could still deserve to live. and i wept and cradled myself until the snot glued the pillow to my airholes. everything since--girl detective, vesp, revery, dog boys, living fucking creatures--has been a new razor fingernail sliding under the skin, red muscle cut out from under rotted tissue, weeping in gracious relief. bless you, terrified stranger i've accosted. bless you, bless you, bless you, unclean art for unclean cripples and queers, forever and ever, world without end. may the disinfecting squads find neither of our hiding places.