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C u r r e n t P r o j e c t
Project
“Candied Slop”
It was raw
Electric,
I can smell him on me still,
Just enough to mask the fact he
took my soul with him
as he walked out.
Here lies once an artist-
candied slop on the floor.
Dear sweet tooth, satisfied?
Or will you hunger for a bite
thats no longer yours.
…No words spoken. Just him. Pulling up his pants…taking a step over me and walking out the door. Over, and over. Time and time again. The passion just got deeper with non verbals. Just exploring each other. His : pain, lust, desires, fears, stress, loss & hope pumping deep into me, onto me : on the floor, bed, hallways, back stairwells, bath houses, hotel rooms, elevators, parks, parking garages, gyms, rooftop buildings, in a hotel window, saunas, in the middle of fucking pike street…He just ..They just…use me but we are searching for something inside me, inside him. Connection of longing and wanting to be seen. He used me. This bubbling emotion of an ex who won’t let me go. He taunts me with kind text messages to this day when In reality he took more than just my heart. He took my respect and strung me along like giants sipping from a muse a top mount Olympus.
I the once cheated had become the mistress.
The inspiration of this project came from the poem I wrote above in pink letters above.
This project navigates my blueprints of a past time and present time realizing that the Daddies who enjoy me | those daddies whom I enjoy, might be getting less interested in me as I get older. These friendships with benefits.
“Out with the old, in with the new” …It’s not an original thought, thats for sure...The age old tell…of being casted aside for something more desirable. The tossing aside of something familiar.
As I grow older into those men I’ve always been attracted to. Older men…’Daddy’s”. Daddy|son connections have always been around. I’ve always enjoyed the company of older men in my life. Simply, I just have always had more in common with them. Emotionally & intellectually. Now here I am at 38. Feeling time/age and body-dysmorphia. (I know I’m still young but not by society standards. Hell society is even making jokes about the “death of a Twink”. Thats why we started the term “Twunk” . The in between being a Twink and a Daddy)
Using my art to express my emotions with age, desire, loss & fear.