I try to credit all the photos I post, but I can’t for the life of me remember where I found this. Still, I think it’s worth the tacky, source-free pubish.


If I could gather all the sadness of the world, all the sadness inside me into a gourd, I’d shake it once in a while and let it sing, let it remind me of who I used to be, bless it for what it taught me and stare at it lovingly for not seeping out… Read More Woodwork


I’ve been following Molly Landreth and her Embodiment: A Portrait of Queer Life in America for three years now. It’s so brilliant with its scale, scope, and quiet, undeniable message. This portrait of Britt is my current favorite. I guess I like derby again.