oh my god, this is fucking amazing.

Don't know what to say about it apart from "Love It!".

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You see, it left me speechless, gasping for words.

:crazy.

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wow

what the hell is it supposed to represent?

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hm. I thought it was kind of obvious. I mean, the drawings pretty up front about what it's trying to say, don't you think? If anything, I think I needed to draw this for some unknown reason. I was driving along and feeling anxious, which was silly cause things aren't so bad for me right now. Then I realized that I'm really scared cause it seems like strange things are happening, as in people holding offices and potentially having the power to pass bills that will determine some of my rights to my body. I realized, I grew up with these rights as given and it is very anxiety-producing to imagine them gone. I think the anxiety felt like a knife to the chest, you know, really heart-breaking. I looked down at my hands and saw the fake nails I got glued to them for my sisters wedding last weekend. I realized they were preventing me from biting my nails nervously as i usually do. They also made it hard to do stuff. But they looked better. I had a mini-crisis about the amazingly difficult effort that wedding was for me and thought it felt like the weekend had gone by like a drunken blur. Like I had been drugged and performed well, fed champagne by my father, toasting my Catholic sister in front of a hundred people. I think the drawing sprouted as a sort of cathartic reaction to my weekend of seeing the news on TV at my parents house (i usually avoid knowing about current events/politics cause it's too depressing) and playing out the maid of honor role which felt genuinely awkward and inauthentic. Plus it made me laugh while i was drawing it, and that always feels nice.

So i take it you don't shave your pubes?

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wow! It's like the horrible nay-sayer that lives inside my head has come to life and is heckling me is REALITY too now. Super. So I take it mommy hurt you real bad? Don't worry, sweetie pie, you'll find some stupid sucker, and make that bitch your wife. And then everything will be okay. Love and pube-filled lubey kisses, Laura.

What?

My last question was insinuating i got it, and i just had one further question.

Don't be so sensitive...oh wait you're an artist, nevermind.

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