nothing for free

my brand new therapist says i tend to give it away & then i don’t get any respect & then i end up with lazy men who don’t appreciate me or feel inclined to care about me….

i really like my brand new therapist.

in the spirit of therapy, here are sneak peeks at pages of my art journal over on patron that you cannot see for free…but for the small price of love, respect, and a dollar.

a dream of mud men…terrifying…or is it?

a page on what i would do then vs. what i will do now when a boy dares me….

& a post on what is really safe…what is really sane….

so i finally launched a patreon page….

and now i am just waiting for the money to start rolling in….
but i don’t know how to put a button on here.
i did put a link, over yonder —->
i don’t think i can do plug-ins as i am on the free plan (and can only afford that plan…unless patreon really works out for me, of course.)
if you can tell me what i can do other than a link, i would appreciate it.
also!
go check out my page.
please don’t tell me i completely fucked it up. you know, be supportive & give me the love & validation my parents never gave me–that’s why i’m here after all.

xxoo

dreaming you

would you believe me
if i told you
i dreamed you
into
reality?
would you believe me
if i told you
i don’t know you
but
somehow
i need you?
after all
you are next in line
to occupy
my
heart…
would you believe me
if i told you
i have avoided you
hidden myself
away
all my life
because i am afraid
of
your
greatness?
instead i seek out
diminished
versions
of you…
would you believe me
if i told you
i am ready
for dreams
to come
true?

i dreamed the other night of my tall, dark, & handsome. in my dream his name was dan–not david, which i kept forgetting & calling him. the dream caused me to start thinking about love & about inviting love into my life. this ties in a bit with my thinking about my needs and wanting to learn to need someone–as much as that terrifies me.

i wanted to do something beautiful for this post inviting love into my life. i had once before done gustav klimt’s the kiss for a love i have since let go.


i felt his painting of ecstasy might be a good way to look forward to a love i have yet to embrace.

i am hoping to study klimt more. especially seeing as he seems to like curly-qs as much as i do.

famous

i have been waiting
all my life
to be interviewed
i love answering questions
go ahead
ask me anything
pfft
fame is wasted
on the famous

i write down random thoughts…memories…feelings…epiphanies. these become my journal pages.
it’s a fun exercise.
sometimes it is light…sometimes it is dark.
when i get it right…it’s both.
i wrote this one on saturday. i have written seven more pages since then. but my process is usually that i illustrate them in the order i write them.

so patience my sweet.
more darkness to come.

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