Party Bus

I didn't have the time or cash to have a TRANS GUY shirt made up before going out last night, so I wore a shirt from the Memphis Civil Rights Museum that says I AM A MAN ... and still got referred to as "she" and "her" throughout the evening. However, when you're stuck on a Southern Decadence party bus to Baton Rouge with a gaggle of ragingly drunk drama queens who hate each other and a driver who clearly wants to put you all out on the side of the I-10, the irritation of getting misgendered actually kind of fades into the background. Thank God there was weed and Krispy Kremes.

I find that I really like painting under-seascapes.