babies

these little guys will soon be joining the hotdog army, but with drag queen makeovers.

hotdog accessories

uggggh, amazing by Bernard Willhelm.

and this find on etsy = birthday present to self:

Romance

NOFX
Heavy Petting Zoo (1996)
Hotdog In A Hallway

She'll Have Another Piece Of Pie
She'll Have A Double Reuben Rye
She Kicks Hard At Eating Well
That's Why I Love Her

She's Got A Couple Of Pony Kegs
Her Arms Are Bigger Than My Legs
And When She Holds Me I Can't Breathe
That's Why I Love Her

I'm Her Butter She' My Bread
She's Like A Mobile Waterbed
And Hwen I Got On Top Of Her
I Can't Touch The Mattress

And When Her Flesh Begins To Sag
She's Like A Human Sleeping Bag
I Feel So Cozy Safe And Warm
She's My Insulation

I Always Know Where She Sat
And When She's On Me I Get Flat
Some Broken Ribs A Punctured Gut
That's Why I Love Her

Race, simulacra and weave

at sfmoma

ugh

poodle child safety harness.

gayest thing ever.

homoquilt, vicariousness and affirmation

This is old news, but in 2008 some friends and I were doing a queer craft group in Brisbane. We did a bunch of patchwork bees and I quilted it all together for The Sportman's Hotel annual LGBT bake and craft auction. If I remember correctly it raised somewhere between $600-$700 for PFLAG and the Australian Transgender Support Association of QLD.

I bring it up now because I made this patch:

I was going to make a whole series of these penises ejaculating different affirmations and pet names. I'd still like to. But this is where the idea came from for the mustard font on the hotdogs.

I've been thinking a lot about vicariousness in trans experience, how it's something that I don't want to do, it doesn't make me feel great and is bundled up with essentialism and doesn't affirm my experience with my body/gender. I'm making some changes to the kinds of relationships and sexuality I have to not play into vicariousness (if you don't know what I mean, I'm talking about fetishising and experiencing the kinds of bodies I want via other people).

I'm realising that it exists in the art that I make and it's something I want to be aware of and confront. I kinda want to embrace it and hyper do it but in a way that critiques it at the same time. How to achieve that is something to think about.

If anyone wants to talk to me about vicariousness, I would love that!

Here's some of the other patches from the quilt:

by Jackson

by Marde

by me.

swans

I made my friend Corey this swan (he likes swans) out of some of my orange hotdog fabric.

It made me realise I gotta have to either embrace or improve my messy sewing.

hotdog army

Anyone that's spoken to me lately will know that I can't shut up about the joy/zen that hotdogs bring to the world. I need your help. Call it embrace/call it getting it out of my system, someone _may_ call it art. Think fondly of the archetype crazy old cat lady, but hotdogs, stuffed ones.

I WANT YOUR STUFFING.

Crappy old doonas, pillows, stuffed toys, etc.

In the vicinity of Melbourne.

I can pick up.

Message me on here and we can arrange details. My best offer so far has been chewed up dog toys.

So yeah, my vision is to make lots of hotdogs. Some in actual size and some in that size that's good for a full body cling to. Mustard affirmations and here's some of the fabric I got so far, the vision is LURID:

I'm mostly excited about combinations of clashing ugly oranges.

The plan is to sell them at the Antiverse Market and maybe I'll try etsy. I'll post when stalls are happening.

I just got access to a sewing machine, thanks to Holly Fluxx! So hopefully I'll be pumping them out soon

Wheat _AND_ Meat!

I've been watching hotdog eating competition videos on youtube for inspiration. This cringe-humour clip might help explain also: