Ink on paper

Trying to get myself to draw freehand with ink more.

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This isn't so much a statement about men as a statement of my inability to know what to do with other people. I can deal with my own pain; but I don't know how to soothe the pain of others, and there's a grief and a diffuse guilt about that. The closer the relationship, the greater the sense of helplessness. Obviously romantic/sexual relationship fall toward the higher end of that scale.

The sentiment "boys are fragile" isn't some radical feminist men-are-weaklings bullshit; I've heard similar from my father, and from friends. And the only two boyfriends I've ever had have, in the past, hit patches of massive post-college depression/disorientation.

Well...that and I've been listening to a lot of Barenaked Ladies and Radiohead.

This is YH. We were in a park and drawing some duckies but there were too many people around so we moved and drew each other instead. She's prettier than that; I just hate drawing faces.