Public Pervert

The internet is the shameful voyeur’s dream, the masochist’s one stop shop and the only place where I fit in perfectly.

Ageless, perverted, and situated on the West Coast of Canada, in between the ocean and the trees, I’m lurking. A Visual Art’s student with hopes of teaching, Public Pervert acts as my soap box, my diary and a digital version of that shoe box we all used to have under our beds.

  I spend a lot of time thinking about you, your face, art, sex, food, sleep, deja vu, beer, nostalgia, feminism, typography, clouds, toy cameras, my bros, clam bakes and sausage fests, body modifications, gender roles, whiskey, body positivity, fat acceptance, how to stay inspired, how to get by without food or sleep, where does all my money go... etc.

Hey there internet, let's share.

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Feb. 16, 2012 at 11:38pm with 4 notes