On Sunday, your generous backing, matched, turned $4402 into $8723, almost doubling the pledges. Thank you for that amazing birthday gift! But we’re still $11,047 short of the goal, and all our hard work and your emotional investment will be for nothing if that doesn’t happen. Think of it as 2 paintings. 6 print collections. 56 prints. 250 calendars. Or just an investment in art and good trans representation.
Whoever gets the pledges past $10,000 will get a surprise gift (if I can figure out how to send it).
Because none have been bought yet, I was able to lower the price of an original painting to $6000. Take advantage of this before I change my mind, please, two of you. This is a really good price for a historically significant project by an artist you “appreciate”.
JeannePhoto by Leslie Weems
jwthornton IS AMAZING OKAY:
Jeanne Thornton is the author of the books The Dream of Doctor Bantam (a Lambda Award finalist for 2012) and The Black Emerald. She is the copublisher of Instar Booksand Rocksalt Magazine and writes the webcomics Bad Mother and The Man Who Hates Fun. For the time being, she lives in New Orleans, and is writing about the Beach Boys.Bad Mother
So a classical/surreal/realist/Bruesselbachian oil painting of this multitalented genius can exist, and you could even own it, or a print of it.
whoaa it is creepy to think there will be a painting of me! what if it’s haunted? please help this project happen so we can figure out if it’s haunted!
One good BAD MOTHER deserves another; this one is about old books and how Mona maybe doesn’t work that hard
In this comic the woman tells her girlfriend that the devil will possess her if she does not make an effort toward completing some kind of zine
i believe in this philosophy which is why i don’t accomplish things
familiar static, like the parrot-checked wallpaper from a dream suddenly encountered in a relative’s guest bathroom
okay so this is NOT not how I DM sometimes, i admit
I was pretty sure, looking at her, that she was a cis girl, or at least I got that kind of mixed fear/envy feeling cis girls give off like toxoplasmosis maybe.
It frosted me, obviously, and when I get frosted my usual response is one of two things—(a) shut down and hide from the world under thick black blankets, or (b) furiously quit my job, sever all my friendships, and leave town. I guess it’s misleading to divide these into like (a) and (b) rather than, for example, (B#) and (C).