MANNEQUIN

Історія про двох студентів, які кохають одне одного, але вони це приховують...

Два студенти Ноа і Фінн були одногрупниками. Часто спілкувались ще з першого дня їх знайомства. Спочатку була дружба, спільні інтереси, часто ходили до бібліотеки, щоб посидіти серед книг та тиші.

Вони приховували свою орієнтацію, бо група була не френдлі з квірами. Це так сумно...

Одного дня Ноа зрозумів, що між ним та його найкращим другом виникли почуття, що вони більше, ніж найкращі друзі. Вони переписувалися щоночі, він думав про Фінна, не міг заснути, плакав без причини.

Пройшов день, два.

Ноа і Фінн сиділи в бібліотеці, про щось розмовляли, і Фінн випадково опустив олівець, а Ноа блокнот. Вони залізли під стіл, щоб дістати блокнот та олівець, і їх руки обережно торкнулись, очі зустрілись. Між ними виникла хімія. Особлива хімія. Відчуття тепла та ніжності. Вони дивились довго на одне одного. Їх обличчя були близько, що вони відчували подих одне одного.

Ноа не вагаючись поцілував Фінна, а Фінн не уникав його.

Поцілунок був коротким та ніжним.

Поки вони сиділи під столом, проходила бібліотакарка, щоб побачити чи все гаразд. І тільки хлопці почули кроки бібліотекарки вони одночасно стукнулись головами об стіл коли вставали з-під столу. Вони засміялись, і дістали блокнот з олівцем. Вона пвдходе до них, і питає "все добре?"

Strange, right?

Because love is either there or it isn't. And it doesn't change depending on who holds whose hand. It hurts me as a queer person to see that the world so easily accepts someone else's love, but hates mine so fiercely. Although I also want simple human things - warmth, closeness, honesty.

I can also love tenderly, be sincerely happy, and cry with happiness when I see two people who are not afraid to be themselves.

And you know what's the most cynical thing?

Heterosexual couples can kiss as much as they want - no one cares. And a queer couple just stands next to each other - and it's already "phew", "take it away", "don't show it to the children".

Don't you think that the problem isn't in the kisses? The problem is that some people don't want to admit that queer people exist and have the right to happiness.

I'm not ashamed of who I am. I'm not ashamed of who I love. And I'm not ashamed to rejoice in someone else's happiness.

If the world had a little more empathy, queer couples wouldn't cause hatred. They would cause what they cause in me: warmth in the chest and a quiet belief that love is stronger than hate.

❤️🏳️‍🌈

Flowers inside you are about tenderness.

Absurd and arthouse are freedom of artistic expression🎨🏠

We live in a world where sex is a language, an advertisement, a norm.

Here you are taught that desire is proof of love.

And if you don't feel attraction, you are asked:

"Have you just not met the right person yet?"

Or even worse - "there's something wrong with you."

But no.

Asexuality is not a breakdown. Not a trauma. Not coldness.

It's just another way of being human.

To love - without the obligation to want.

To care - without physical confirmation.

To be there - without the need to touch.

We exist.

We feel, create, dream, burn with our own worlds.

We are not "less", we are simply different.

And we also feel pain when we are not seen.

Asexuality is not silence. It's peace.

With just one look, they bewitched me. With one wave of my wand, I created magic. Now this photo is our spell🪄

This photo is a reflection of what is in my head right now.

Sometimes I feel like a nuisance, a problem, like an empty place in society. These thoughts scare me, but it's even harder to keep quiet about them.

I decided to share this because maybe some of you are going through something similar. If you recognize yourself in these lines - know that you are not alone. Here you can talk.

Greetings.

I'm Manya, I'm 24 years old, and I create these incredible photos.

I live in Ukraine, and despite the circumstances of the war, I'm holding on.

I'm inspired by the incredible Nemo with their cool music, which can resonate with everyone, and to find myself, as I realized after listening to the song The Code who I am.

I'm a panromantic, or just queer - I call myself that to make it more convenient. I say it openly because I don't want to hide it. I'm sooooo romantic.

Unfortunately, I have mental health problems that I'm overcoming (namely OCD and anxiety disorder).

I'm very creative, I have a subtle sense of art.

One photo, so many ideas. This is the magic of arthouse - creating masterpieces from the simple.

Surrealism intertwined with modernity - this is the true power of art.

A frame can be a story, a mirror or a dream. And all this - in one moment.

Oh my god, what kind of model is this?

It looks divine😍😇🤌🏻

ARTHOUSE MAGIC 💫✨️🦋

Childhood traumas come up, constant scenarios in my head about humiliation, anxiety, sex... It triggers me... I don't want to keep quiet about it. I want to talk about it....

And when I worked with people, it gave my psyche an even bigger kick in the ass.

Sleepless nights, stress, working without days off...

And what did it give? Panic attacks and nervous breakdowns...

Tenderness… This is what I am missing right now.

Tender words that fall on the soul like a warm blanket.

Tender touches that do not hurt, but soothe.

A gentle look in which there is silence and understanding.

Tenderness is a space where you can be yourself,

where you do not need to hide your tears or strength,