2020
Dec 10th
I post a panning video of my shitty landlord’s attempt to remove mold, followed by photographs of my cat’s belly and back legs now covered in hives. He posts a panning video of his dogs belly and back legs.
Jan 6
I’m classy.
At this point he must know my entire cadre of images so well, he would know where to find what face of mine to add to what body.
Jan28
Feb
Images from the beginning of 2008. I used to send him a silly phone pic every time he left Ocean Grove.
Feathers make for a feather duster.
March 3 2020
Sept 21st
He must have forgotten to log in?
Oct 9
He often uses this dark hair / red lips image of me to combine with newer versions of me. Our happiest time, I think.
Outtakes from our last months.
Nov 25
The post-Stefan boyfriend and I broke up, and here I am telling Stefan that I think my he’d painted me in his works. sheesh.
I’m a goddamn blind fool.
Dec 27
Dec 31
2021
When I was sad living at my Aunt’s, Stefan would cheer me up with deadpan ridiculousness.
Jan 8th
Jan 11th
That wierd forehead ridge and using the spots on the christmas tree for blood splatter.
He tagged this one with “SpaceGirl”
Nov 25 2020
I actually caught him with this one. I noticed his drawing was just like this photograph, which I knew was not public. I don’t remember how it resolved. I didn’t notice/realize that the monster head was made out of bird feed and eyes.
Even a generic tree background is identifiably one of my photographs of Ocean Grove.
March 7th
Shortly after I posted a throwback to my second lung collapse scar, he posts his old wound photos.
The private view of my flickr auto-uploading progress pics from my phone
His hand for me. Our initials behind him. Both of us capturing each other’s scared soft inner tiny squishiness. He deleted the full version of the original one of me, only re-uploaded it much later and severely cropped; I suspect that much of his periodic purging of months and years of posts at one time was out of fear/shame that he’d be found out.
March 28 2021
Googly eyes at the WFMU radio station, and Stefan’s adorable aliens.
just fucking kill me.
May 4th
I’d photographed this injured flying squirrel Stefan had been feeding before it died, paired with a hawk he’d recently found.
You clever adorable man.
Hunting through family photos muttering “why a lion?”
My flickr stopped auto uploading my phone content and I’d hardly been photographing, so he’s getting more and more obscure with the archival reference at this point.
June 14
This one is odd. DJ Stan, his three fingered grip on my shoulder, his smoke shop shirt, with hair and nose tendrils of smoke, the demon for Prof Dum Dum’s blasphemous metal show made of spiral telephone cord.
June 18th 2021
He drew this cosplayer, but he changed her nose, smile lines, mouth, and gave her more wrinkles around the eyes. Coincidence? Or did he pick this image because he could easily mash it up with me?
June 25 2021
Just a few weeks apart
Another cosplayer? I can’t find the original, the profile does not exist.
Our first two times hanging out.
all next to each other in my Flickr
Stefan’s self portrait after one of the first times he crashed with me.
my shitty drawing, then his.
Photos from the 90s
