As a cute boy, I reached out to girls and kissed them since it felt nice, and I enjoy being loving. Nothing else matters. I was unaware of my father’s harshness and the humiliating behavior he directed at me, regardless of what I did or said. He wished me mental illness. The boys I associated with bullied me. They were fake and filled with jealousy, selfishness, and evil. None dared to intervene. None were loving and offered me advice. I felt alone, baffled, frustrated, and afraid. Since none taught me anything, and I was cute, I fought to fit in anywhere. I genuinely thought this was how life is. Unbeknownst to me, I was living hard and got severe depression at 33. I sought expert help, but nothing worked. Instead of being compassionate and supportive, they belittled me. Life felt too difficult and hopeless. My salvation was early retirement. At 45, I met a shaman who revealed a harsh truth: that men were not loving; they were jealous, selfish, evil, and power-hungry. They didn’t want me to be with women. I felt sad and speechless. I find this perception idiotic, as well as the men who embody it. You can glimpse the face of an African tribal woman with big, kissing lips; she is the epitome of beauty in my eyes. Tribal women, tribal patterns, symbols, hearts, and keywords stand against the evil, rigid system and the selfish, evil, power-hungry, and fake folks. I long for a better world, one filled with freedom and an easy, calm lifestyle for cute humans like me—those who are peaceful, loving, and harmonious. I seek to live without fear, to kiss, cuddle, and have sex with women, and to feel happiness. The cross reminds me that without this, I might as well be dead.

Artwork Size & Ink Base:

Size: 48 x 48 cm.

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