Alright, Albrecht!

Before Barbenheimer, there was “Apocalypse in Pink,” the August 1983 theme of fashion/culture magazine SPECTAGORIA. The issue’s controversial imagery of Barbie-esque models attempting to stay gorgeous and glamorous amidst nuclear annihilation sought to, in the words of editor/photographer Sera Clairmont, “revel in the morbid absurdity of the new American condition,” an “anxiety vibrating underneath all our plastic smiles.”

“It’s The Hot Pink Cold War,” Clairmont wrote in her introduction. “It’s ‘Material Girl’ on the radio and ‘WarGames’ at the drive-in. It’s ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’ interrupted by the emergency broadcast signal. We’re told to look sexy, dress fashionable, make money, and spend money, but be sure we’re just the right amount of terrified about the bomb. Get that Malibu dream home, keep working on that perfect body, sip cocktails by the pool in your little pink bikini and watching the stocks go up — but STAY VIGILANT! and for God’s sake vote Republican, because that dream home could melt into a pink plastic inferno at any given moment. Just don’t stop smiling as the blast liquefies your skin into bubbling ooze like a Barbie doll in a microwave - it’s bad for the economy.”

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NOTE: This is a work of fiction created by me. This alternate reality horror story is part of my NightmAIres narrative art series (visit that link for a lot more). NightmAIres are windows into other worlds and interconnected alternate histories, conceived/written by me and visualized with synthography and Photoshop.

And there’s my queer ass being like literally none of you get it. this isn’t about power, this is about love and alienation and acceptance. you dumbasses, I’m the monster. this isn’t a metaphor for your shitty boyfriend, this is a metaphor for my own alienation from a society that tells me a the way i am and the way I love are grotesque. this is a fantasy of love free of judgement, separate from societal standards that I’ll never live up to anyway. that ghoul doesn’t care if I’m fat, they think it’s hot that I eat well. that immortal fae creature doesn’t care if the gender on my birth certificate matches the one I use now, they barely have a concept of gender in the first place. that tentacle monster doesn’t care if I shave, they don’t have eyes

I’M A FOUNTAIN OF BILE IN THE SHAPE OF A GIRL

NO

PANCREAS FACE

THEY/THEM/THERE IS, IN EVERY TOWN, AN OLD CAVE HAG WITH HER EYES CRUSTED OVER THAT CIS-HEXES WITH BLOODY BOWEL MOVEMENTS. IF YOU DON’T KNOW HER, YOU MIGHT BECOME HER.

LOVE TO BE A LEECH ON SOCIETY

MY BODY IS A HORROR

OVERSHARER

I FOLDED MYSELF INTO A HUMAN PRETZEL AND BREATHED VERY QUIETLY AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS WORSENING JOINT PAIN

added some new styles and art on my threadless t-shirt store (fleshsacks.threadless.com)

some styles go to 2x or 3x ~women’s sizes. the  “heavyweight” ones go to 5x ~men’s sizes

edit: looks like i am doing a giveaway!

The head of Medusa carved from BC Jade