It’s Nearly the Weekend

I don’t know if it’s the tail end of a bug or something but I seem to be very tired again as a consistent base-level status. Fortunately it’s almost the weekend, and in this instance that’s three days off. I’ve just got to get past an early start to oversee an asbestos audit of one of the buildings I manage. Who knew being a library manager could be so exciting?

I’m going to spend a couple of days with lady s – our first catch up this year – and part of it is going to be spent supporting her as she continues to develop and firm up the expression of her non-binary feelings. She wants to have the option of dressing and presenting in a more masculine way as she deals with her gender dysphoria – but has expressed that she wants to continue using she/her pronouns. To that end I’ve offered to help her pick out some masculine cut clothing options while I’m there.

How do I feel about this? It’s an opportunity to go clothes shopping, and as we’re a fairly similar build it does give us both wardrobe options if either of us is visiting the other. More importantly I’m supporting my partner in a matter that has been causing considerable distress and in a way that will hopefully help them feel better.

I have however been told off for suggesting buying a squeaky toy to put in her boxer shorts. No matter what, the teasing and silliness continues..!

Inktober Eleven and Twelve

One of the things I’m enjoying about this year’s prompts is the mix of definite items and general concepts for illustration. For every chicken there’s a roasted, for every cruel there’s a whale. By total coincidence, those are the two prompts covered today – cruel and whale.

Cruel is another prompt that had some people a little nervous online for fear of people using it as an excuse to flood their social media feeds with gore and horror.

I’ll admit it was also where my mind went at first, an excuse to lean in on my usual taste for monstrosities and disturbing images. A moment’s consideration had me deciding to go another route though.

I doodled a few rough concepts on scrap paper before a simple “Dear John” note on a tabletop outline made me stop. For those who haven’t encountered this imagery before, it refers to a scenario of a man returning from work to find a simple note and a wedding ring left by an absent spouse, simply saying their marriage is over.

There’s a resonant tragedy in that of people not communicating at the best, or of someone escaping an intolerable situation at worst – and with no more context than the note and the ring, you are free to imagine any number of scenarios that may have led to that moment – and that is part of the cruelty of the piece in its own right: that in it’s suddenness, you don’t know what’s next or how you got here.

On a lighter note, the twelfth prompt: “whale” was drawn on a visit to see Lady S while she was still at work in her local library. I sketched and doodled away, and somewhere along the line the idea of a figurative whale crossed over with our jokes about unicorns, especially with regard to our triad. Narwhales are sometimes known as the unicorns of the sea – and their horns are believed to have inspired the medieval stories of unicorns in the first place.

Between that and Lady S’ own journey of examining her own non-binary gender expression recently, it seemed that Kay the non-binary narwhale was due to appear on the scene. The tattoo on the fin represents gender-diversity, and the eye design, rather than just being eyelashes that are particularly dashing, is a non-binary gender sigil that I spotted online.

They look happy, don’t they?