It needed a touch of focus and polish, so here it is. Please share with people who might enjoy my work. Or your enemies, it’s not up to me what you do with it.
M B B
wear my clothes
with nothing underneath
kiss the fabric with the scent
of your skin
moulded with the honey of
where my mouth has been
but tender after
press you under me
not to crush you
but to forge you
looking into your eyes
like i’m still fucking you
growl like the sunday morning animal
you called out for
even as i told you no
wear something of mine
it is a flag of victory
when i have conquered you
the sweetest invasion
you’ve ever known
Candle flames in a storm
Enough to keep out the cold
Little things which seem small
The way a stone in your mouth
Keeps you from speaking
But they grant moisture
Enough warmth to keep out
The cold during a rough time
Such small things
Inspire men to strive
A passing touch
Can lead a conqueror home.
With the treasures of a new world
Offered for her smile
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Art can be a lesson that we leave behind, a horrible warning instead of a shining example. Art, he said, isn’t your little paintings and comic books. Art is the meteor that wiped out the dinosaurs
Once you’ve finished something and put it out there, then it’s no longer yours but the other side of the coin is that you shouldn’t have to entertain those people telling you how they would have done it.
Didn’t think that The Hobbit represented your ethnicity/sexuality?
Write your own. Don’t complain on your blog, so you can have everyone nod in agreement and then nothing changes. Make your own mythologies around what you want to see in the world.
Sometimes, I’ve seen this outrage expressed and I know that it doesn’t change anything. Deep down, I wonder if these people know that. If you’re blogging, tweeting, tumblring or facebooking then you’re writing about writing when you could actually be writing.
To quote The West Wing, decisions are made by those who show up. There’s no conspiracy to prevent different ideas coming up in the marketplace, it’s just you’re not putting them out there. You can self publish, host your comic on a website, ask people for the money to make that happen.
Show courage and make your art. The other side of that is to tell a good story. If you’re simply retelling someone’s work with a character that represents your point of view, then that’s fan fiction but you’re not complaining about that, are you?
You’re dreaming of sitting there in the cinema and seeing you onscreen. Of holding the hardback, of hosting the exhibition.
I spent a long time not writing, and the short time I’ve spent writing has been exciting and frustrating all at once. I’m writing about what I want to see in the world, and oddly enough it’s not white men doing things because there’s lots of that to go around.
Don’t wish that Tolkien had been african, write your mythologies.
Don’t wish that Batman had been asian, write your own version. Strip it back to the core and rebuild it. Tell the stories you want to see in the world.
Keep telling them until you get good at them. Time and determination matter. Finish the things you start and spend more time reading and writing than complaining online about it.
View it as an act of generosity, that your stories are gifts to the world and keep doing it until someone says ‘hey, I want to buy that.’
Your outrage doesn’t take you anywhere, it just drains the light from your eyes until you see nothing but outrage. In this turn of the wheel, you’re you, whoever that is, don’t waste your creative time on anything but that which gives you joy.
I’m not outraged or complaining, I’m happy in what I do and in being an artist. You appoint yourself, I just see people complaining that they’re not being represented and doing nothing about it. I say this because I want to see more good work, that talks from other places, other voices.
Stories are also fantastic ways to express ideas and beliefs in ways that resist dismissal. Think about it, don’t spit spite at strangers, seduce them with stories and then everyone wins in the end.