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But im a cheerleader!
(Tried a bit of a diffrent style)
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Show me the place where he inserted the blade
The song is by Black Country, New Road. Here it is, this is the “big things coming”. Whew, this was a bit too much for a funny silly idea. I experimented with new tools (finally learned Photoshop yay) and colors just for this piece.
Is this technically Burakhovsky? Yes. Is it just the voices in Danko’s head doing back flips? Also yes.
Without text under the cut:)
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God the 11 year old girls you put on this earth to climb trees and play with plastic animals are buying foundation at the drug store
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it will take a while to make you smile somewhere in these eyes i'm on your side
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Square Bloom
quilt by Jo Wollschlaeger
2nd place in American Patchwork & Quilting Transparency Quilting Challenge, QuiltCon 2025
this challenge focused on the illusion of transparency in quilting.
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this is your captain speaking. do you guys remember 9/11 [escalating clamor of passengers freaking out] woah woah hey hey i was just curious. christ. am i not allowed to make conversation
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A QUICK LITTLE ZINE ON PANSY!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS DAMN GUITAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PLUS BONUS POSTER THAT WILL BE ON THE BACK OF THE ZINE
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quite fond of that guy, i want to invite him for barbeque
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I miss my messy poly femme who does hard drugs, who's in an open relationship with the town sex pervert hedonist and another relationship with the town math lesbian, who loves the idea of Utopia so so so much even if she doesn't quite understand it, who is a little bit worried that there's something fundamentally wrong with her soul. Eva what have they done to you.
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she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.
my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.
my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.
my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.
at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.
my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.
i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.
two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.
it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.
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