OneMultipleCode
Profile
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.
Groups
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.
Journal Entries
kinksters
Posted about 6 hours ago.
invisible noodles
Posted 12 days ago.
Gender Theory
Posted 15 days ago, 3 comments so far.
be kind
Posted 26 days ago, 2 comments so far.
Kudos to "Cup of Sorrow"
Posted 2 months ago.
Jus' Thinkin'
Posted 2 months ago, 1 comment so far.
dangerous intimacy
Posted 2 months ago, 3 comments so far.
Sharks and Cycles
Posted 3 months ago, 2 comments so far.
a torrent, a tangle
Posted 3 months ago.
An Utena Review by Charlton
Posted 3 months ago.
Art
Writing
dandilion King
spirituality walked through the fields of dandelions / gold sparked against converse sneakers / and fuzzy love lifted off to tickle his nose. spirituality named the very first seed / breathed life …
This is how it always starts: return to sender
dry air on my tongue / wet palms / I put my bag down just inside your door / I’m jet lagged / nerves shot to see you this close / for the first time / I am james / not gabriel
Tell me who you are
who are you that you would kill her for not denying her faith? / and who are you that would burn down the church for the color of a person’s skin? / and who are you that you would shoot a person…
Nurture
It is dark outside, the air is cold, my breath is visible. A light shines through the maroon curtains. I turn the door knob, enter the house, you greet me. You take my backpack. I untie my laces, leav…
X Paradox
As a deconstructive tool, if it hopes to keep its coherence, it must support the production of that which it aimed to deconstruct.
branded
Branded / ............ oh you beat me so good / the welts rise on my back and in my heart / I scream out your name in ecstasy, in agony / how the two blended so well…. / bitter-sweet chemistr…
