Keeps Getting Petter And Petter

My mom came over for the weekend to see Hector (a Finnish schlager-folk-rock artist) in Ouluhalli. // The evening before Roosa and I cleaned the fuck out of out apartment. / A month’s worth of shit rotting everywhere…! / Remember: Fruitflies are actually faeries. // Friday morning: / Seems that you didn’t mop the floor. / You can sleep in the stairwell if you want…

Nothing happened on Friday. // On Saturday we went shopping for pants. / Short-ass legs. / Legs that go on forever. / In the end, only mom found some decent jeans. // How nice of you to cut back on smoking! / Yeah, I’m feeling great! // Well my cab’s here. Bye! // Vroom. // –

When mom came back from the concert I, too, made my way into Saturday night. / Let’s drink booze. // Did y’all like the gig? / Oh yes! / You should’ve seen her in person. // In Ouluhalli: / What a great second song! Right? // – // Oh, it’s Marco Bjurström. (a Finnish corepgrapher/TV game host, and a huge deal in late 90’s/early 2000’s.)

When you were born, I sang to you Hector’s translated cover or ”Child Of Mine.” / That’s cute.

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Oulu Comics Festival happened. // I’ve had a long week of getting jack shit done. / Now, beer. // <music> <glorifying alcohol culture> The above was on Thursday comics meeting, or launch party of sorts. / On Friday I glorified hangover, and evening I attended the official opening while glorifying alcohol culture. // A speech. / What magnificent quality in the Nordic Comic Competition! / (A collection of winning comics.) // But it’s better to compete with a shitty submission than not compete at all. I guess. / Now home, I’m anxious. New septum hurts. / New ass hurts. (I tried Butt Bible.) / Soul hurts. // Comics Club & Blog Panel. / Hurp durp durp. / Then glorifying bar hopping. I’m tired, constantly craving beer, constantly feeling guilty about it, and pissed off 24/7. I guess my winter depression is kicking in. // – // Hey friend! I recall you wanted to buy a commission from me? Well, it’s done now. / Excellent! Take my money immediately.

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ATTENTION NON-FINNISH-SPEAKING FOLLOWERS! In case you missed it, I uploaded the English translation of ”HeteroseXual Animals” into my Julkaisut page. Read it directly, here.

My classmates’ web radio have a photo contest #Bachelor/BacheloretteOfTheYear. / The choice of clothing was obvious to me.

The problem was the little identity crisis I had. / Will I be a #Bachelor or a #Bachelorette? Do I take on a feminine role with my makeup and my dress, or do I break the limits of masculinity itself? / Fuck it! I’m a cis guy in a gown! A performance princess! A gender terrorist! My masculinity isn’t fragile enough to be shattered by mere lipstick.

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