Two paintings, sewn together with upholstery thread, as one.
As a trans person, there are many gender-confirming surgeries I wish for myself.
I want breast augmentation.
I want my broken jawline fixed.
I want facial femminization surgery.
Flesh will be sliced, bruised, and sutured. Bones will break. Blood vessels will burst beneath the surface.
It’s not if, but when.
All this in the name of being a gender.