Fuck. I have a perma-scowl these days. If it’s not the global mishandling of the #pandemic (and how people are acting like it’s over!), how big pharma is profiting off illness, how we criminalize #poverty, how #racism is on the rise, how #trans folx are being targeted by the alt-right, how populism is on the rise everywhere, how the #ClimateEmergency is being ignored, or… or how about how my own gay brother is comparing the “struggles” of the whyte nationalist #FluTruxKlan convoys to the struggles of queer liberation! (“They just want freedom! They’re just like us!”) 😫 Or how… well fuck, the list goes on, take your pick! I try to stay positive, I try not to spiral… I workout, I garden, I sketch, I focus on work (so grateful to have a job where I can keep working from home!), but it’s harder and harder these days. So tell me: how are you doing? Where are the silver linings? How do we fix this shit?
A little sketch I did of Frank Bottom yesterday. This is the first time I draw him with hair and regular “Earth clothes.” And of course he’s flashing some nipples! HAHA
These are some random designs I did a couple years ago for my Frank Bottom project.
Here’s a vanity post of my home office/studio space. It’s decorated with the typical assortment of tchotchkes, books, and artwork (by various friends plus some of my own).
The couch converts to a bed for when the grandkid sleeps over (or when either my husband or I are too restless to sleep). The leather daddy throw pillow is one of my designs, which you can get Threadless. The quality is amazing.
Desk was from a store called Noob, which no longer exists. My painting table was $20 on Craigslist. Office chair is IKEA, probably 10 years old and still very comfortable. My Cintiq is an old 13 HD model, which I prefer to the giant models (although it needs a booster seat as you can see). My t-shirts are stored in a vertical storage rack, which tucks neatly away inside the closet. Yes I have a balcony. 💅
While I wasn’t crazy about our rent doubling when we moved here two years ago, the extra space (especially this office) made an enormous difference to our quality of life, especially with me working from home (until… forever at this point??). It’s closer to the park, (relatively) quieter, the building is much cleaner, and the laundry room is just a few steps from our door. When you rent that’s a big deal.
Our previous tiny 1B apartment not only ended up jacking the rent so high it’s nearly what we pay here for a 2B, and weeks ago announced to the tenants that they’re selling the building, so it’ll eventually be demolished in a couple years. How long will we be here? We can’t afford to move anymore, so… forever?