you like pastels, neons, half-assed lineart, drag queens and dumb ideas? stick around, friend'o'pal.
you can find me at any local, all-ages drag show, and I'll prolly flag you down to ramble about each of my 15 imaginary friends, whom make occasional appearances in my art. I like to describe my life in vague, 80's song lyrics written by gay british men. this entire paragraph has no aim, and you're gaining no benefit from reading any of this. god bless. (oh, I'm atheist.)