Dear Scarlet,
You wanted a mohawk. We let you get one. It’s as simple as that, and it should be.
And I had to wait until I was 27 to get my own mohawk!
Admittedly, this blog and its maintainer have eclectic tastes. "Eclectic," as you might suspect, is a nice way of saying that there is very little intertwining theme to any of this. If you end up liking some (or most) of the things I like, you might find that wondrous. At least I hope that is the case.
In less subtle language, a few of the things you might see here: coffee/barista nerdery, androgyny and gender-bending, gender studies in general, feminist theory, sex-positive imagery, photography and art of varying medium and subject, cat-related anything as well as my own feline friend, owls, tattoos, self-portraiture, nakedness, intermittent music of the people I love, writing, books, flea markets and thrift stores, Frida Kahlo, Patti Smith, anything related to my city of Philadelphia, and the sporadic, enjoyable internet meme I cannot resist. But I'll try to keep that last one to a minimum.
I seek to post only items which are credited to the originator, be it fine art, photography, tattoos, or writing. If you see something uncredited, do feel free to point it out to me. Also: ask anything. But, uh, do be nice about it if you can.
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