comparing myself to other gays
Realizing that I don't feel any sort of attraction towards people was a tough pill to swallow, I spent a long time thinking that I was some heartless robot and part of me still believes that.
Art by Silena Nikolopoulou.
The three paintings can be arranged in any order and orientation to symbolize the potential fluidity of human sexuality and gender during a person's lifetime.
This illustration is not a reliable or even useful teaching tool, but neither is science when encumbered with white ideology.
It is a statement about the feeling of deformity and emptiness I experience when I compare myself to my allosexual peers.
I'm not a sculptor, but my identity isn't something that can be grasped in a flat medium.
I would call it a piece about enclosure and removal, retention and emission, harmony and chaos – feelings I closely associate with attraction.