Light the Hand that Feeds You: The Hands of Trans Men Who've Held Me
About the series: For years, I’ve burned all of my art. But the sight of his hands stopped me warm. As only the hands of another trans man could
His hands have never met mine, yet even at a great distance, they were powerful enough to make me consider why it is I feel so compelled to destroy testaments of my love. I was possessed by the urge to draw them and hesitated. I was suspicious of this unknown pair that had so catalyzed me. Rattled, I chose to draw the hands of the trans men I’m familiar with to family instead. From one of my first followers, to the oldest pair of trans hands I know, these are the hands that have lifted me up, while holding it down. Hands that have provided me with mutual aid. Hands that have made me the man that I am.
In this series–which sprung from my heart whole and ready during Pride 2025–I explore the innate beauty of trans men, how to pull love from light and shadow, and what it means to be one with the discomfort of sudden and long term, burning, masculine affection.
And this time, I won’t be setting fire to any of it…
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