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I get intrigued when women look sinister

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sometimes it’s hard to be a woman (loving woman) instagram | twitter | prints

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I finally got this print scanned & tidied up a bit! I have a few Real and Beautiful hand-pulled prints remaining (including a couple of discounted ones that are slightly off-center) (dm me!) but you can also buy digitally printed prints at my inprnt shop!

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they are sharing a strawberry milkshake

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Promises Fulfilled ✨

December 2022 digital

Girl Best Friends

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Stay Here

January 2020  etching on cotton rag

Hero and Frankie ❤️  (both she/her)

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LOVE THE SINNER instagram | twitter

I initially drew this from a (hetero) sailor jerry tattoo design to make a linocut of it, changed my mind and drew it big in acrylic, but then wanted to make a sticker, so redrew it in digital. Today, since I've been SO busy and haven't had the chance to make any art lately, I decided to post this design on my instagram. EXCEPT!!! Instagram does NOT like it. No matter how big I made the censors on it, it kept flagging it & saying it would ~limit my account's reach~. You and I both know that an artist needs social media to survive these days. It's already sooo hard to reach people, so I deleted it each time, even though I just simply DON'T agree.

Anyway. I've already gotten myself all worked up about this, so I don't need to do it again. You get the picture. What follows is the censored version they finally accepted. I had to put ole girl in a unisex t-shirt and bermuda shorts.

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I never have the time to do yeehawgust, but I DO make queer, japanese-american country & western/cowboy-flavored art all year long, every year since 2016. The above examples are just the cowboyest stuff I had at hand, but it's all I do! It's all dykes in big belt buckles around here! It's all cowboy girls all the time! And if you like that, you might also like the serial western I'm writing!

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My post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure has just updated! Read it here, for free on my Patreon! This is only the third installment of PART TWO, so it's still a great time to hop on board!! I just made a summary of the first part, here, which tells you basically everything you need to know about Lou, her unrequited(?) love, and the ill-advised journey she is beginning as of this update.

In the previous update, we found out (kind of) what the object of Lou's affection wrote to her in that heavily, heavily perfumed letter. In this update, she has to deal with what she learned. Her traveling companion/special delivery, Holliday, is being... quite nice? At least, comparatively? They have a bit of "And There Was Only One Bed" going on, in that they're sharing a tent made for one. That's fun, right? Sleepover!!

Excerpt under the cut!

“I’m sorry to have been the bearer of such bad news, Lou, truly I am,” she said. She stroked the back of Lou’s hung head. Lou was surprised to find she found the gesture comforting, not condescending or overly familiar.

“It’s not all bad,” Lou said, her head still resting face-down on her knees. Her voice sounded pinched and nasal to her own ears and her throat felt almost too tight to speak. The knees of her jeans were thoroughly soaked through with tears. “She said she loves me.”

“Oh,” Holliday said, her brows knitting together. She held her other hand to her chest. “Oh, you poor thing.”

“She said. Right? That she loves me back?” Lou said. “She did say.”

“Oh, honey,” Holliday said. She cupped Lou’s chin and tilted her face up, searching her face for something, but Lou didn’t know what. Her hand was not as soft as Lou had expected it to be since everything else about her was so refined. “Bless your heart.”

Something about having to meet her eye made the tears start back up with renewed vigor. It hurt. It hurt bad. She wanted to say that it wasn’t fair, but that wasn’t how these things worked and frankly, Venus was right. That only made it hurt more. She couldn’t even gnash her teeth and wail against the injustice of it all. Venus was right, she was never around. She was always away. She was unpredictable and unreliable. She’d been so happy to be a rolling stone, gathering no moss for so long and now it was biting her in the ass. Turned out, girls liked when you were a little mossy.

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drop her a line 👁️💧✂️

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wolf girl/horse girl relations it's lonesome out on the trail instagram | twitter

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*another head injury, and the affection of a fat girl with big jugs, and some raw oysters, and 68 straight hours of sleep, and

(please read Pony Express)

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I hear it's butch appreciation day. Have some of my butches!

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it may be right for you 🫵

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Sweating Like a Sinner in Church instagram | twitter

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🌟 better things to come 🌟

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This is going to be the nengajo I send out to all patrons this year & I will also have a few available for purchase! you might be thinking "Katie, it's only November", but this is a grim portent, a dark reminder for YOU that the holidays ARE COMING.

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My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated! Read it here for free on my Patreon and vote in the poll! Here is a guide to get you started, the summaries of each part of the story thus far, the complete collected text, and FAQ, all in one place. They have everything you need to know about Lou, her requited-but-complicated love, the religious assassin who just beat the tar out of her, the worst person she's ever met, and the ill-advised journey she is on! There is also a discord where Pony Express readers from all across god's green internet can gather, here!

✨Read the update for free on my patreon & vote on what happens next! ✨Excerpt below the cut.

“Just take this to my mother,” Artie said, holding the parcel out to her. “You promised me you would.”

“Everybody likes to make a big ole ruckus about things they think I promised to do whilst I don’t seem to recollect making any promises whatsoever,” Lou said. She took the parcel anyway. It was heavier than she expected. She balanced it on her hip. “I’m not going to just forget and let it lie, you know. I ain’t stupid.”

“I don’t think you’re stupid,” Artie said. Maybe she did look sad. Lou wished she could cheer her up, but she didn’t want any of Lou’s cheering. That much was certain. With the mask on, the striking nature of her eyes was diminished and Lou felt like she was seeing her mouth for the first time. Now that her lips weren’t pale with blood loss and covered in scabs, it was beautiful. Lou would have liked to kiss her. “She’s in the kitchen.”

“After this, though,” Lou said, gesturing to the box with her chin. “You have to tell me.”

“There is no ‘after this,’” Artie said, shaking her head. “This is it. I’ve told you.”

”Don’t be like that,” Lou said. “Come on.”

Artie shook her head and gestured toward the big open garage door behind Lou, and when Lou looked back at her, she was gone. Lou’s right arm felt extremely heavy, almost dead, like it had been worked out past fatigue, though she wasn’t sure why. She switched the parcel to her other hip and tried to shake the dull feeling out, but it lingered strangely. She wished Artie had stuck around. She wanted to see her, even if she was mad at her. She wanted to spend time with her, even if the time she spent with her was miserable.