Here’s my latest drawing, "Natural Girl" - I’ve had this idea for a while and I’m happy to have finally drawn it. I just wanted to make the point that body hair is as natural as the hair on our heads, and although it’s okay to find body hair unattractive, it is NOT okay to shame or shun people, or respond publicly with “eww” just because somebody doesn’t shave. I have so many strong feelings about this! I feel angry that it’s such a big deal when women don’t shave and that women are called unattractive, disgusting, etc when they have hairy underarms just because most of western society has been conditioned to believe that women are gross unless they’re as hairless as a prepubescent child. I don’t think hairy people are superior to people who shave, because shaving makes a lot of people feel better about their appearance and feeling good about yourself is so important, I just think people of all genders should have the right to leave their bodies in their natural state without being embarrassed or called out by thoughtless, unkind people. IT’S JUST HAIR.
Drawn with agreement from original photo titled ‘Charlie Barker’ by Ben Hopper from his project “Natural Beauty”.
I’ve stopped classifying things as “love” or “friendship” according to arbitrary superficial details- the feelings I share with certain friends are so intimate, so beautiful, that it’s ridiculous that I don’t call them lovers just because we don’t sleep together. It’s fucking absurd that sex should be the dividing line between our relationships, between which ones take precedence, between who we play with, live with, sleep with, who we take care of first, who we die with at last.
Howl fell over the chair and caught his foot in the stool so that it shot across the room. After that, he tried to go upstairs through the broom cupboard, and then the yard. This seemed to puzzle him a little. But finally he discovered the stairs, all except the bottom one, and fell up them on his face. The whole castle shook. […]
“Go to bed, you fool,” Calcifer said sleepily. “You’re drunk.”
“Who, me?” said Howl. “I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober.” He got up and stalked upstairs, feeling for the wall as if he thought it might escape him unless he kept in touch with it. His bedroom door did escape him. “What a lie that was!” Howl remarked as he walked into the wall. “My shining dishonesty will be the salvation of me.” He walked into the wall several times more, in several different places, before he discovered his bedroom door and crashed his way through it. Sophie could hear him falling about, saying that his bed was dodging.