I don’t know how. How can I even trust myself to heal anymore? What if that… creature of vengeance turns on a patient? Will he… will I… resist? Or will I loose his fury?
The second piece in my Winged series — sequel to “Ascent of Man”.
This is “Descent of Man”
Ballpoint on Moleskine
22K Gold Leaf & Shell Gold
Edit: Thanks to all for the support! The third piece in the series will be coming soon :) Because I’m getting a lot of questions about it, prints of this and Ascent of Man are available from my inPrnt page here (http://www.inprnt.com/gallery/rebecca_yanovskaya/)
White peoples’ definition of racism is hurt feelings, instead of what it actually is, and that’s systematic destruction of an ethnic group. Understand that, and then you’ll understand why racism doesn’t “go both ways”.
FUCK metaphors. FUCK symbolisn. fuck your heterosexual characters having magical powers as “representation of a coming out story”. fuck your white fantasy race subjugated by another white fantasy race as a “representation of racism”. these little techniques sure do make it easy to appear accepting while never having to ACTUALLY represent anyone but cis white heterosexuals
The Rules of Social Anxiety
1. Walk with eyes fixed on the ground
They are watching, laughing, judging
Don’t focus on it too much or you will stumble and be made a fool of
2. Look like you are writing and busy in class
avoid being called on
you know the answer but what if you stutter or mumble
What if they tell you “speak up I can’t hear you”
3. Don’t make a noise
hold in that cough that sneeze that breathe
people will hear you
do not draw attention to yourself like that
4. Spend time every night before you go to bed to think
Think about all the embarrassing things you have ever done
Everyone remembers, that’s all they remember
5. Never enter a room full of people
They all look
Why are you here?
Why are you alive?
6. Your friends all secretly hate you
you know why they didn’t reply to your text
you know how they all dread seeing you
you are only put up with because of pity
7. Always be scared
Scared to sit next to a stranger
Scared to see someone you know
Scared eat in front of people
Scared to talk on the phone
Scared to go to social events
Scared order at a restaurant
Scared to talk
Scared to have a panic attack
Scared to be noticed
but don’t worry,
you don’t like people anyway,
at least that’s what you say,
You don’t even care what they think, people are annoying,
that’s what you tell them.
You play it off as a joke
but really you’re always scared.
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disabled princesses and disabled superheroes are so important where the fuck are they