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After reflecting, and being touched by the power of art, lam really sorry and I retract the judgements i passed earlier, especially after an exceptional tuesday night where i remembered i enjoy a pee on friends in public and would if given the opportunity. Slurp on, girlfriends! Anthro Woman Power!
seder plate set on my pedal table with yarmulke’d fursuit heads set on the horse chair in the background looking on. extra dr throne across from me for eliyahu. big lettuce.
looking towards the Vera stage as the crowd trickles in, smiles already on faces. Beach f@g bunny, with his cap’n hat, beheaded Salomé style and bleeding red ribbons scarves and ties, sits mounted on an amp. rem the jester, with his hat of fools lopsided and muzzle tied with a paisley bow, looks over from atop the sawblade cymbal on the drumkit.
fleecen cow onesie with my udder poking out as i hold the cheerfully designed doggy bowl of whole grains and greens at arm’s length .5 lens standing in our wonderful very many greens yard.
Leo on his first 2 line past ID ride , dressed in a suit tones of blue to match the rail, lookin down from his grip on the banister pressed against the door.
photo looking down to the immediate right-hand of my work-station. a wooden cigar(?) case filled with a collection of cassettes, those singled out i’ve already made some attempt to throw onto my DAW. a few more remain to be categorized and digitized. a plush dinosaur paw, pufferfox lamp, a theater’s prop hole-punch from a set, solid lime-green; a broken cry-baby beneath, vhs’s that peal childhood nostalgia, a candle and a mourning mother’s wire-wrapped Tree, art supplies and samples, a whiteboard instructing song structure and currently covering a tear in the windowscreen, my beloved 60s fan organ; compose too the creative scene.
aforementioned outfit elements plus the rest of my rabbit body in a bathroom mirror, ripped jeans and fishnets, plaid fleeced boots atop a cluttered counter. pokemon cards handed out at the bar and soap splatter sit at the bottom of the glass. my paw is in the frame a little bit.
end ‘o Fat Tuesday light rail selfie of Leo the rabbit riding home after a joyful reunion with friends at karaoke. clad in leather jacket and jester hat , looney tunes silk tie, anodized chain collar, yellow-striped cotton shirt
nullspot all set up nice for the New Year now I’m home in da big city!! Boots and mask on the carpet like i just exploded Spontaneous Human Combustion style, kinda. There’s too many details for me to get into it here— music-making space with a lot of options and implements and eclectic ephemera.
Leo, cartoon rabbit, sitting at a crowded sports bar throwing a thumbs up and a shaka to the home team. war paint in the form of promotional Fireball™️ stickers are festooned undereye and on his nose.
Leo stands farther away from the camera, accommodating the scale of the colossal bridge spanning a wide river, its mouth winding to the sea just right of the photo’s frame. The bridge is bold concrete, three columns anchored below the water; once a railroad trestle welcomed in the first decade of the 1900s, now turned roadway. It is night, almost a full moon. The clouds and the beach are gray, and both are full of lava rocks, which have been falling from the sky all week.
a generously sloppy bowl of chicken gumbo floated by three slices of bread rests in grass, my feet symmetrically digging down to the Hawaiian cinder on either side.
A child’s drawing on abstractly shaped parchment paper, woman’s wide face with hands painted green and blue like the Earth outstretched reading “no war” on one palm “peace on earth” on the other, with a message on the side in rainbow text “no war pease on earth love happy”, addressed to President Bush
a silver platter with various doggy-bagged food items composing a chinese combo meal rests on carpet in front of amp and speakers and beside a kitty cat candleholder with burning spherical candle.
a commemorative brick at the wolf sanctuary inscribed “VIVA MY LIL POO”
Leo’s snout looks out over the room of Furry Studies 25 in a conference hall of Pacific Lutheran University. On the projector, a slide of Mark Zubrovich’s artist presentation shows “Bruce as Sparkledog.”
Raccoon standing very close to me in front of ripped bottle of wine, bag of cookies, and a dirty ole bong
Thanks for responding in-kind, kindly! I understand where you're coming from, I definitely do, but I just don't think it helps us to publicly put down the appearance of the frog n co considering the media landscape we're in and the resistance we are trying to collectivize. Absolutely, yes, labor organizing and striking have the potential to far more deeply and meaningfully shift our systems towards a more equitable and just horizon than a few frogsuiters. But with what is happening right now, a war waged in spectacle, there is absolutely a necessary piece to be played by both the optics and the actions of those showing up in costume or peaceful protest, like the pastor in Chicago to share another example mentioned ITT, and I do see that piece doing important work, sabotaging to whatever degree it does the fascist attempts to paint a certain picture. Unfortunately, a wave of frogs gurbstomping cops isn't going to deliver a better result with how the systems are rigged right now, with their current ~war strategy~, and with where we're at in organizing in opposition. And I don't see picking apart in public posting that piece these protestors play as doing liberation any favors, while it does indeed open the door to negative consequences. I think this time would be better spent directing our energy to the work we think *is* important and materially productive to be done, rather than complain about parts of the resistance movement not looking like how we'd ideally want liberation to look, and that is what I mainly want to point to in pushing back on this post being made the way it was.
I appreciate you sharing more context for where this post was coming from, I agree in not fucking with it be turned into an avenue for consumerism but I need to point out: That is not the point your original post declares, it lacks the nuance you carry on with here. And that nuance is important: your original post, a broad "hot take," is an unhelpful expression of annoyance that in my eyes, is a bad look. It's not constructive, and its lack of clarity has the potential to be damaging, let alone that it feels disparaging to someone we've witnessed be literally brutalized. To me, that is a disappointing and destructive exercise of "not having ears*, personally more upsetting than some teens or whoever posting affiliate links on TikTok or whatever you go on to explain is the real locus of your frustration (Hey at least if somebody is in the costume out there, it's doing something more useful than posting a divisive hot take. We should be doing all we can to avoid doing the oppressor's work for them, y'know? And this teeters on that line to me.). As someone not exposed to that chute of content, and (whether | had been or not) fairly taking your original post at its word, it just reads in poor taste: a post for the sake of posting, a falling for a social media trap akin to the one you've encountered that was a source for annoyance- but in this case instead of chasing the consumerist clout instinct social media breeds— it's chasing the compulsion to broadcast a "hot take" responsive to social media's trends vying for relevancy; and in doing so, is losing the plot. But right now in this political moment, we have the responsibility to face that "poor taste" in this circumstance is not the end of things, and this sort of thing has the potential for greater consequences. I believe the stakes are too high, with real bodies on the line- including the original frog's, as we've seen for that misstep to go without critique like I'm sharing here. We have better work to do- both you…
They control a massive propaganda machine that is on overdrive, and has already fomented dangerous consequences with its influence. They are relying on it to let them grab more power. Inserting visual tokens that can’t be removed and so absurdly contrast the story they are trying to tell (and have the power if not checked by stunts like the frog, etc); is very much so throwing a clog in the machine— their most powerful. Like, filming any encounter w ICE is also very important. But so much of that footage is easy enough to ignore and dispose, is never going to grace the places they are feeding their audience propaganda, for obvious reasons. So ya gotta understand something like the Portland site is literally being used as a soundstage to try and concoct propaganda videos they *can* use. They are bringing conservative influencers in to film, they have camera guys following ICE to try and grab any footage that can be manipulated into a spectacle of chaos and two-way violence they are the “good guys” to control. And thus, having a big green frog, flowers in fists; on your enemy’s “frontline” pokes massive holes in the visual and narrative credibility they are absolutely relying on right now to try and push their agenda. It is quite literally disarming them when their principal weapon is spectacle, is propaganda. And that is the most effective and powerful first step towards resisting authoritarianism; much more so than other reactions you may understandably be feeling are deserved. But this is our reality, where right now, to prank and to come in peace, is leagues more powerful than to provoke. This cannot be understated, this current moment of nonviolent resistance is a matter of preserving our freedoms and our lives. I hope you’ll reconsider your take with this perspective shared, and that going forward we can all put our energy towards heating up the takes and actions that will help us strengthen resistance, not diminish it.
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Lavender wolfthing rem leans against a dive bar counter, holding a green glass bottle beer and looking nonchalant, if not weary. It’s wearing a fishnet muscle tank crop top and a shiny black jock. Lines and a few random blocks of dark purple and green make up the background. The checkered linoleum floor is a bit tacky to the touch. The whole length of the sketchbook page is in view, including the marker swatches and the first, very fast outline of rem’s profile that went down on the page before I aborted the marker train and dug up my fine-line sharpie pen.
black and white scan of cynocephalus print in the grass. Dogheaded being holds up a mirror, drooling, hands extended in gesticulation, communication.
Leo the REINDEER in all his CHRISTMAS GARB stands amidst a shiny sea of silicone and latex creatures in the parted path of a massive park water fixture. Cool radio tower in the background.
Gripping my bottle of Cleaner Tapes “Heaven” tape cleaner at the barricade to the post-Black Parade My Chemical Romance set at the band plays stage B right in front of us.
Fiddling around on the tremoloa that showed up at my house yesterday while my cat lounges beside me and meows at the end of the ditty.
Of all the lives that have crossed mine: very few souls have struck me with a reverberation of such profound, ringing kinship… Primal and sacred: In-animal, cunning and caring, curious; and in -humanity, compassionate, curious too 🪢: that goodness of the soul he knew how to share generously with either-or-rather-both sharp fang and sharp wit. I hope I learned a thing or two from him. It will be an honor to carry any of the causes or cadences he bayed, on in my own maw. As he came into my life, he will stay in blessed memory: a bell that pelts of woulfish brotherhood: it’s made me salivate, chuckle, then drool; pant, cry, smile— sing and pray. I cherish sharing that howl with him. In it— Our songs and our prayers: living, eternal. We will continue to share that howl, endless as the tail seems circling the mouth. My love to you and may your spirit rest easy, free, my were-folk, my kin. Woulf brother. ❣️🐺🩶🤍
sitting on a river innertube and fleecen body pillows in my wild-grown yard, facing my clothes drying on the fence and the massive wispy white, bright blue sky. reading my copy of detransition baby and altogether trying to settle into the reality that my quotidian rhythms can perhaps be quite sublime.
scheming rabbit
Leo Jackrabbit and Modjo Duck hold up two digits and stand in front of the black curtain to a green room labelled “Car Seat Headrest 2.” Their awesome new band, don’t’chya know!
cypress pointing out some fire florida plates in a Philly parking garage FD ‘22, the yellow light streaks a halo over the “Barq” tags.
Cypress hopped up on a pole for “Barker St” in Philly ‘22, floppin’ a paw. A tactically placed yellow fire hydrant is right there on standby.
Cyp stands on a heavily graffiti’d sidewalk. He is wearing a maroon dogdays hoodie, and holding the chinese food we were soon to eat in the dark tunnel of the Baltimore Conduit, throwing up a roller. There is an angel, with its all-seeing eye— and a heart— at their feet. They are glancing to the side.
bleak n starkly lit large capacity venue room, EMPTY! one morose purple light on the ground.
the crew sits on the carpet sorting our egg hunt bounty, Jan has constructed a plastic Angel out of eggshells. the bisexual fireplace is On.
Leo the bunny (easter) holds a golden egg up in his paw. you can see Soma and Jan and Robin and Kyle and El and Will reflected on it’s surface, such a golden crew gathered for the Holiday(s)!