Don't Make Me Feel More Awkward Than I Already Do

 

I Know Just How She Does It

 

I Wish This Was Easier

 

Not My Best Side

It's a Solution

 

Double Down

This Hurts Me More Than It Hurts You

Parasite

We've had some.  We will have some more soon, no doubt.
I prefer the ones that stay on the outside of my body.
But that rules out reproduction.  And pin worms.

You Can't Say You Weren't Warned

I listened to a podcast last night about pregnancy.... (Just as a disclaimer, I listen to a lot of podcasts mostly on more pleasant topics like science fiction, economics or astrophysics)

This reminded me how little I liked the physical state of being pregnant,  particularly the public, performative aspects of it.  The constant vomiting wasn't very nice either, but still preferable to having strangers address me as "Mommy" and pat my belly.  

But it's funny how after 10 years of parental indignities, I can barely remember how indignant I was about that sort of thing. 

The Usual Amount of Self Loathing Again

This is an image I have worked on before.. for instance, here, where the unclothed headless body is a painted sculpture, and I am standing behind it dressed in black.
It is not a man standing behind the female body here in the clay sketch.  People have been asking me "Who is the old guy?" about almost any self portrait since my time as an undergraduate. 

I Have Endured Your Existence Long Enough

This started out as being something about boys wrestling and how it is hard to tell whose limbs are whose.  I think it ended up being something much more nasty about sex.