Every time I think that Benedict Cumberbatch can’t be more of a repulsive waste of cells
I find out I have underestimated him
I completely blew off all my homework tonight and this essay is going to be so obscenely late but I’m okay with that, I’m feeling better now and I’m going to get a good night’s sleep and deal with it later
Head Full of Doubt/Road Full of Promise - The Avett Brothers
This is an illustration I did for my friend, Dai’s, PhD thesis. A part of his thesis involved a study around how some gay men (particularly those of a minority status) negotiate being gay outside of mainstream gay culture. One story that really stood out to me as being quite unique and touching involved a middle-aged fellow who has never been intimate with another man, doesn’t necessarily identify as being gay, but spends his days knitting baby socks on park benches and on the train as a way to perform his ‘gayness’. As he still lives at home with an extremely conservative family this is essentially the only way he knows to express his sexuality.