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May 2021 photo shoot with Kani at The TX Studio. Natural light with fill provided by a Godox AD200 Pro strobe. Shot with a Canon 6D and Canon 85mm f/1.8 portrait lens.
May 2021 photo shoot with Kani at The TX Studio. Natural light with fill provided by a Godox AD200 Pro strobe. Shot with a Canon 6D and Canon 85mm f/1.8 portrait lens.
This Frame has been created to kick off the Mobile Frame Zero Discord build challenge for Pride Month. The challenge is to design Frames in LBGTQ+ colors.
Mobile Frame Zero: Rapid Attack Stats: 2Ra+d8 (plasma cannons) 2Y (rotary antenna) 2W + SSR.
Designer's notes: They are assembled from a brickblend of Lego and Block Tech parts. Systems are Light Bley and are a brickblend of Lego and Zuru Max parts.
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May 2021 photo shoot with Kani at The TX Studio. Natural light with fill provided by a Godox AD200 Pro strobe. Shot with a Canon 6D and Canon 85mm f/1.8 portrait lens.
#EHXKORMEME S1E16
Ok I don’t usually do a back-to-back politically fuelled comic posting, but I guess that’s just how things are working right now. Seriously though, this is how you win. I mean what is she going to respond to with that? “Uhhhhhhhh XZ34D.” You fucking nugget that’s not a chromosome, you’re a girl.
Jasper Cotroneo, a non-binary high school student, created their own graphic novel to describe the non-binary experience. They are interested in creative writing and a fan of Mitski, a musician who recently teamed up with Z2 Comics to create a soundtrack for a new graphic novel.
To read more, visit www.mysouthsidestand.com/more-news/beyond-the-binary/
| Em Burris, Staff Photographer
Syracuse teen Evan Kulczynski says growing up nonbinary can be challenging. “A lot of people know that it can create confusion,” he said. “I wish people would ask.”
To read more, visit www.mysouthsidestand.com/more-news/beyond-the-binary/
| Em Burris, Staff Photographer
May 2021 photo shoot with Kani at The TX Studio. Natural light with fill provided by a Godox AD200 Pro strobe. Shot with a Canon 6D and Canon 85mm f/1.8 portrait lens.
In the heart of the city, a small café was bustling with activity. Among the hustle and bustle, one server stood out - not just for his exceptional service skills, but also for his unique sense of style. He had been working at the café for several months now, and it wasn't long before he developed a fascination with the aesthetic of his colleague's uniform.
She was the manager of the café, and her striking combination of a bright green mini skirt, crisp white blouse, and creamy stockings caught his attention every time she walked by. As he served customers alongside her, he found himself stealing glances at her attire, mesmerized by the way it accentuated her confidence and poise.
One day, after a particularly busy shift, he mustered up the courage to approach her as they were closing down the café. "You know, I just wanted to say that your... uniform looks really great on you," he stammered, hoping she wouldn't notice his awkwardness.
To his surprise, she beamed with delight. For a moment, he thought she might take it as a compliment, but then her expression changed, and she raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you mean the new design?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
The server was taken aback. Had she really not noticed his gaze? He tried to recover by nodding enthusiastically. "Yeah, exactly! The new design is really... eye-catching."
His colleague chuckled and patted him on the arm. "Well, I'm glad you like it," she said with a sly grin. "I was thinking of giving you a special task this Saturday. We usually have a lot of regulars coming in for brunch, but we're short-staffed that day. Would you be able to come in and help out?"
The server's heart skipped a beat as he hesitated for a moment before responding. "Uh, yeah! I'd love to lend a hand."
She smiled mischievously. "Great! Can you get here two hours early? We'll need to prep everything beforehand."
He nodded, assuming it would be just another normal Saturday shift. Little did he know, his colleague had something special planned for him.
As the server arrived at the café one hour early, he was met with a surprise. The room was transformed into a vibrant rainbow-themed space, and his colleague was busy setting up decorations for a private event that evening. She beamed with excitement as she revealed that the café had been booked by an LGBTQIA+ group for a special night.
"Tonight's the perfect opportunity to try out something new," she said mischievously, leading him to a storage room filled with uniforms. Among the racks, he spotted a familiar sight - his colleague's own uniform, complete with the bright green mini skirt, crisp white blouse, and creamy stockings that had caught his attention days ago.
She handed him the uniform, along with one for herself and their two other colleagues, who were also dressed in similar attire. As they prepared for the evening ahead, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.
As the guests began to arrive, the server was surprised by the warm and welcoming atmosphere. The clients' smiling faces put him at ease, and he felt an unusual sense of confidence wash over him. He had never felt so beautiful, so happy, in his life.
As he poured drinks and served food with precision, he noticed something remarkable - every guest seemed to appreciate his unique style, and the positive energy was palpable. The tips were also unprecedentedly generous, a testament to the exceptional service he provided that evening.
Throughout the night, he caught glimpses of himself in the mirrors and couldn't help but smile at the reflection staring back. He felt proud, not just of his appearance, but of the confidence and joy it brought him.
As the event came to a close, the server thanked his colleague for an unforgettable experience. She smiled knowingly, her eyes sparkling with amusement, and whispered, "You look stunning in that uniform."
His colleague's teasing smile lingered on her lips, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she leaned in closer. "You know," she said playfully, running a hand through his long hair, "with this length and some makeup, you might just pass for a real woman."
The server blushed, taken aback by the unexpected compliment. He couldn't believe the words that had just left her lips. But there was something about her tone, her sincere encouragement, that made him consider it.
"I never thought of that," he admitted, feeling a flutter of excitement in his chest. "Perhaps I could try it out again."
His colleague clapped him on the back, her eyes shining with approval. "I'd love to have you back here for more shifts like this one," she said, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. "You were a real hit tonight."
The unexpected success and acceptance he had experienced that evening left him feeling exhilarated. He couldn't wait to explore this new side of himself further, in the supportive environment of his workplace. And so, with renewed confidence and determination, he prepared to embrace his new identity - both at work and beyond.
May 2021 photo shoot with Kani at The TX Studio. Natural light with fill provided by a Godox AD200 Pro strobe. Shot with a Canon 6D and Canon 85mm f/1.8 portrait lens.
The light caught the lapel of Ren’s coat as they adjusted their posture, a slow, deliberate movement. It wasn’t about defiance; it was about presence. The coat itself – a cascade of midnight blue, subtly shimmering – felt like liquid against skin. A whisper of restraint, a gentle hug that traced the curve of their hips. Beneath, the silk slip dress flowed, a pool of deep amethyst catching the light with every shift. The delicate fabric clung, not in a suffocating way, but with an intimate awareness of form. The sensation was… grounding. A quiet thrill ran through them as they felt the subtle pull of the sheer pantyhose against their thighs, a feeling both vulnerable and undeniably powerful.
Ren worked in records management for the city council. Not glamorous, perhaps, but vital. And now, increasingly, a canvas. For years, the choice of clothing had been a silent rebellion, a private joy. The new fabrics – resilient yet impossibly soft – allowed it to blossom into something more. No longer bound by stiff regulations or fear of rips and tears, Ren could curate an identity through texture and drape. It wasn't about making a statement; it was about *being* the statement.
The shift came subtly. A colleague, Maria, noticing the intricate embroidery on Ren’s sleeve, simply asked, "That's beautiful. Where did you get it?" A simple question, but it unlocked something within them. Ren found themselves explaining not just where they bought the dress, but *why* they chose it – the way the color resonated with their spirit, the feeling of freedom in the flowing fabric, the quiet confidence that bloomed when they felt truly seen.
"I believe," Ren said to Maria’s surprised smile, "that we all deserve to inhabit our truest selves, without apology. It's not about aesthetics; it's about honoring the complexity within each of us." The words flowed easily, a natural extension of the feeling they carried within.
The room seemed to hold its breath for a moment. Then, a quiet murmur of agreement rippled through the office. A few smiles, a nod from Mr. Henderson in accounting. Ren felt a warmth spread through them, not just from the light, but from connection. It wasn't about proving anything; it was about sharing a truth – that vulnerability and strength could coexist, beautifully intertwined, like silk and steel.
The light caught the silk lining of their coat as they turned, a blush of rose against the muted greens and browns of the workshop. It wasn’t merely color; it was an echo of something deeper – a quiet rebellion blooming into vibrant acceptance. The fabric itself, a marvel of recent innovation, flowed with a liquid grace, clinging just enough to define the curve of their hip, then releasing as they moved. A whisper against skin, a gentle restraint that felt like a promise.
The high-waisted skirt, barely grazing the thigh, was anchored by a wide belt – a statement of intent. Beneath it, a delicate lace peeked, a playful counterpoint to the structured lines of the coat. The sensation wasn’t lost on them; the smooth coolness against their skin, the subtle pressure as they bent to adjust a piece of machinery. Each movement became an exploration, a conversation between body and cloth. The heels clicked softly on the concrete floor, a rhythmic punctuation to the quiet hum of the workshop.
For years, they’d navigated a world where expression felt… negotiated. Where choices were weighed against expectations. But now, with the shift in societal understanding – a slow, steady tide turning – and the advent of this new textile, things felt different. The clothes weren't just garments; they were armor, a declaration.
It wasn’t a sudden decision to present as they did. It was an unfolding. A gradual shedding of layers, both literal and metaphorical. The catalyst came during a presentation to a potential client – a gruff older woman named Agnes who, after observing their meticulous work on a prototype, simply said, "You look like you belong here. Be yourself."
That simple affirmation unlocked something. Now, they greeted each morning with the anticipation of inhabiting this carefully curated self. “Style isn’t about vanity,” they often told colleagues during lunch breaks, “it's about embodying your values. It's a language.” They spoke of finding beauty in unexpected places, of challenging assumptions, and of the profound responsibility that came with being visible. “We are all works in progress," they would add, smiling warmly, "and our clothes can be a testament to that journey."
The workshop felt brighter today, not because of the sunlight streaming through the windows, but because of the quiet confidence radiating from them. A gentle smile played on their lips as they turned back to their work, the rose-colored coat swirling around them like a promise of possibility.
Orlando is the first OOAK doll of the new head sculpt with the same name inspired by the mature beauty of Tilda Swinton. They are representing my new non binary art dolls. The 5th generation of Inamorata dolls allows you to build a doll of any gender representation.
Every time I make a doll I feel like they have different personalities and hence pose differently. Some are shy, some dignified, some sensuous. This one feels fiercely avantgarde and giving me David Bowie vibes.
I wasn't happy with the messy hairline and curl setting of the wig so redid three times. That's why it looks different in some photos.
Fabulous haute couture coat dress by @latelierparisienofficial
Shoes by me.
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In the heart of a thriving kingdom, a powerful prince had long been aware that societal expectations didn't always align with his true self. He knew it was time to break free from the shackles of toxic masculinity and live life on his own terms.
One sunny afternoon, he strolled hand-in-hand with his princess and their loyal canine companion through the bustling streets. Their love story began a few years ago, when the prince's unwavering confidence and flair for fashion captured her heart first. Today, she stood by him as his rock, offering words of encouragement and support whenever needed.
As they walked, the prince couldn't help but feel a pang of doubt about an outfit he had planned to wear earlier that day – a sleek black PVC dress with matching tights and high heels. He hesitated, wondering if it was too bold, too unconventional for his royal status.
His princess sensed his uncertainty and gently placed her hand on his arm. "Why the doubts, my love?" she asked, her voice filled with warmth and understanding. "You know I adore you just as you are – inside and out."
The prince smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He knew that he had found someone who truly accepted him for who he was.
"I just worry about what others might think," he confessed.
His princess chuckled. "Others? Who cares about their opinions when we have each other and our own happiness to consider?"
She paused, gazing up at him with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Besides, I have an idea that will take the focus off your outfit and onto something even more stunning – me!"
With a sly smile, she slipped into a beautiful white dress that had been waiting for her in their carriage. The contrast between their outfits was striking, yet somehow harmonious. The prince's eyes widened as he took in her radiant beauty.
"You look breathtaking," he whispered, his heart swelling with love and gratitude.
Together, they strolled through the kingdom, surrounded by curious onlookers who couldn't help but be drawn to their infectious joy and confidence. As they went, the prince realized that it didn't matter what others thought – he had found his true self, and he was proud of it. And with his princess by his side, he knew that nothing could ever bring him down.