The raw power of this image is astounding. His toes are out and he don’t give a FUCK. His polite hands on lap and lifted chin along with his unblinking white gaze shining thru the dark goggles screams “try it if you want to”. His shorts and crisp top pale in comparison to the snowball-esque afro with a Jr. balanced perfectly on top. What a king
im not INTERESTED anymore in seeing men’s perception of what female leisure time looks like, how we lounge around hairless and small and beautiful on our beds and couches in oversized shirts and lace underwear, unaware and unassuming and all the more beautiful for not Trying to be beautiful, i’m TIRED of it. even our most basic freedom of privacy, time alone with the self, has been butchered and ripped from us by the gaze of male photographers and artists
it really is next to impossible to write realistic sibling dialogue, I just passed my brother on the stairs and instead of greeting each other like human beings I said ‘born survivor’ and he said ‘youtube rewind. let’s set it to rewind.’ like you ain’t gonna find that shit in a novel
