Instant Gratification Sketch Commissions!

Good morning East Coast friends, it’s Christopher Street Day here in Berlin! Celebrating with a round of Instant Gratification Sketch Commissions for all your favorite LGBTQ couples!

$45/sketch, $75/color. 

Haven’t done IGCs in a while so here’s how it works: You email me at, with reference. (Queue is organized by which job is ready to rock first, so definitely get those materials ready.) I’ll email you a low-res preview, and full-res delivered upon payment (PayPal only.) I’ll keep going til I run out of steam so best way to get a drawing is getting that email in quickly! 

And if now’s not the right time, enjoy this sketch of Lup and Barry, who are giving me life right now <3 Love you all, celebrate thoroughly this weekend 

23.2.17// Campus library day. Love those big windows and the long tables where you can spread all your stuff on.
I´m currently working at my Paper on “wir schlafen nicht” by Kathrin Röggla.
I finished the “novel” and I´m starting to write from…tomorrow on.
In the meantime, I also wrote a Wiki article for my seminar on Postmodern novel and I´m quite happy I´m done with it.
Time is running out and I need to focus on my paper NOW.

I want your Monday morning
sleep soaked eyes
dream drenched voice,
lazy bones
‘five more minutes please babe.’

I want your Tuesday afternoon
coffee break,
glasses off, laughter on
‘just hold me for a while
it’s been a hard day.’

I want your Wednesday evening
fingers through hair
teeth nibbling nails
neck craning, eye glazing
‘this paperwork never ends’

I want your Thursday night
drinks for two
bones unbind
muscles let loose
flats, slacks,
‘just me and you’

I want your finally Friday
stretch soul smile,
sun sipping light
from the glaciers in your eyes
fingers unfurl, hand extends
‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’

I want your weekend.
your movie marathon Saturday
reading by the fireplace
kissing in the blankets
want your Sunday morning
orange juice and pancakes
white sheets, tender skin
hair like the Fourth of July
‘let’s not get out of bed today.’

I want your ordinary
and your stress, rest, release
I want your bad day and that terrible night
I want you drunk in my arms
forgetting the place but never my name
I want your lazy and your lonely
and your fist full of fight
I want you everyday
in every way
for the rest of my life.


yet unknown writer

This is the kind of love I want to find one day.

(found it on Berlin-artparasites –someone pls find me the author of this quote)


Drag of the day: Eva Young!! 

Eva is a queen that is so immaculate that I want to cry in my crawl space. Look at that mug, absolutely perfect everytime. As well as outfits and accessories, coming together into a perfect ensemble. She is a Chicago queen (Chicago has some AMAZING as all hell queens) and maybe you’ll be lucky enough to catch her at Berlin or Roscoe’s Tavern! 

Follow Eva Young on instagram: @evayoung_

tigerkat24  asked:

wait hold up you remember the wall coming down? Can I ask you about your memories of the Soviet Union disappearing and how that felt to you? I know how my parents' generation felt about it, and I'm curious to know what the people in between felt. Obviously only if you have time/interest!

Well – okay, yes, I do remember the wall falling, but for some context, I was nine. So while I remember the day the wall came down, it’s mainly because I did not know what the fuck was going on and my parents were very bad about explaining it.  

I was born in 1979. By the time I was aware of the world around me, the cold war was essentially over. I did not grow up, as much of the younger boomer generation and most of GenX did, under continual threat of mutually assured destruction. By which I mean you can hear people a few years older than me talk about how they just assumed they would die in a nuclear armageddon, and I never had that sense. (Until, uh, recently.) I didn’t even have much of a frame of reference when it came to “USSR as a hostile entity” because by the mid-eighties we were actively trying to de-escalate and thus we’d begun the slow migration away from “Russian as default bad guy” in movies. Which I wasn’t allowed to watch anyway. 

To put this in perspective both geopolitically and personally, when the Berlin Wall fell, my maternal grandparents were in Russia, and moreover were on their way to Berlin. I don’t remember my parents, including NOTABLE WORRIER My Mother, even being concerned about this before my grandparents left. Going to Russia in the late eighties as Americans was probably not comfortable but it was possible, and my grandparents did it because Gran was crazy and Packa was ride or die for her. (They asked me what I wanted from Russia and I told them “a hat like the ones Russian soldiers wear!” and fucked if they didn’t bring me back a rabbit-fur earflap hat that Gran got for ten bucks on the black market. How did she find the black market? My grandmother, everyone.) 

So the day the Berlin Wall falls, I emerge from my bedroom expecting the kitchen to be lit and my parents to be cooking breakfast with my baby brother, because that was our normal routine. Instead, I found my parents sitting in the dark, listening to the radio, terrified. I knew something huge and life-changing had happened but I had no idea what, and at the age of nine had no real ability to comprehend it. I didn’t understand the fear of destabilization; I didn’t understand that my parents had lived with the Berlin Wall since they were nine. It seemed like a good thing to me – when the TV news started showing it, everyone in Berlin (wherever that was) seemed really happy about it, so why was every adult I knew so freaked out?

Gran and Packa sent us a telegram later that day telling us they were fine and were on their goddamn way to Berlin because in no universe will the fall of Communism disrupt my Gran’s travel plans, God rest her soul (unlikely). In addition to my awesome rabbit-fur hat, which I still own, they brought us a bag of cement chips from the Berlin Wall. 

Essentially, I had never seen that region of the world as a particular threat. The USSR as an entity held no inherent significance for me, so the end of it – which had been coming for a long time at any rate – did not impact my life, except that for like three years all our geography and history books were out of date. Now, as an adult, I understand its significance and I can see why it must have been terrifying, but there’s no emotional link there for me, and no real memory of it happening, because it had already been in process for years.

So, yeah, I guess that’s about it – I really never knew much about any of it until after it was over, when I was studying it in high school in the late nineties. 

These days I’m in Berlin, Germany. Every Sunday afternoon, from spring to early autumn, thousands of people gather in Mauerpark to attend a famous Karaoke show where anybody can sing.

Anais, who is in love with music, was in the park last Sunday, wearing a beautiful African outfit. Born in France from a Malian mother and a French father, she moved to Berlin a few years ago.

When she’s in Mali, people say she’s white. When she’s in France, people say she’s black. But Anais always felt both African and European and loves the fact that she has such a diverse family.