"Femininity" (My exploration in sexuality and gender fluidity)
Graphite/Charcoal drawing on Strathmore with Locs of my real hair.
Price: $1,000.00 (heavy frame is included and already placed around the drawing)
Pictures of yours truly!!
It’s been a long while since I’ve updated this precious site.
Sometimes I just make an abundance of art and it just piles up,
till I get sick and I feel it’s best to be productive and work at home.
Lots of things have changed since… well, 8 months ago.
I’ve done some collaborations, some commissions, and I’m still in school and working. Going through the motions.
Please look around and contact me via message on tumblr, email, facebook, etc. etc. if you are interested in buying anything or if you want to get together and do an exquisite corpse ;)
Facebook: Gabriella Moreno (La Bruja)
Other tumblr: www.sadangrylatina.tumblr.com
To my daughters and sisters: Don’t fall for his words, fall for his actions.
I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.
I didn’t want to do this today…
And I was hoping it would go away before I had to get up for work.
But it’s still here and the pain is still churning inside of my stomach.
I guess you won today IBS.
I called off work just now, about 2 hours before I started. And actually told my manager the truth. Usually saying, “I’m having an attack/episode due to my IBS, and I can barely stand up without feeling an immense amount of pain…” is too much to describe and doesn’t seem like enough of a reason to call off. So I’ll either push through it and work my 8 hour shift, or make up a story that sounds more like, “I’ve been throwing up all night and into the morning…” That’s code for, “I’ve been shitting myself all morning.” or most likely this one, “I feel like I have a fucking gallstone in my stomach and near my ovaries and I can’t function right now.”
But since I knew Anna was working this morning… I figured she’d understand. She knows I’m a really hard worker and I don’t call off often or make up excuses or stories and shit.
I feel like there’s a huge rock in the pit of my tummy, slightly to the right.
I ate breakfast cuz I had intentions to going into work today.
I don’t know if I’ll regret eating it or not. I have no idea.
My poor body.
If I’m going through all of this at 6 o clock in the morning… I can’t imagine how hard it’s trying to work right now to make me feel better.
Lying on my back is the only way to stop the pain.