Archives post: the physical, muscular, neurological process of learning to draw.

I went to a lot of art schools. I was in the last generation of people who reasonably expected to earn a living as commercial illustrators, doing realistic hand-drawn art. I displayed drawing talent from a very young age and my narcissist father seized on this as a way I would be successful and famous. […]

Love story archives: Pablo Radical.

He was not my first lover. He was the sixth boy I chose; I was fourteen and he was sixteen, our birthdays just days apart. And his name was not Pablo; Pablo Radical was just his nickname among our people. But he was my first great love, if obsession and passion and desire and adventure […]