I am an artist; I paint with discourse.
Taboo is my favorite subject.
I am a member of a multiple system. I am not Tyler Durton, Dr. Jekle, or Mr. Hyde.
I am a genderqueer. I disrupt gender status. This is a testament to nature, to biology, to neurology: the ability to be expressively varied. Stop gender violence.
Put your words away. Disorder is variation by a politically charged name. If you must order, let us revise and revise and revise until the violence is much less.
“If a space is not safe for one group, it is not safe for any group; because, at such a time, we all become members of a suspect population.”
I’ve become a different kind of writer than I had imagined I would when I was 11, though, not entirely.
OneMultipleCode is a member of All Things Orange Artwork Gallery, ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, *A Beautiful Blur, All Out Emotion, Freedom In Words & Art, Friends of RedBubble, Graphite Pencil Artists, Imperfectly, Queer and Gender Theories Group, Simple Witty Shirts, Squirrels & Chipmunks, Tabby Time ~ 3 per day, The Art of Pain, The Artistic Nude, The Male Nude and Who Needs Color For Beauty? - Black & White Art At Its Best.
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As a deconstructive tool, if it hopes to keep its coherence, it must support the production of that which it aimed to deconstruct.
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