I struggled with my decision to post this at all, but after seeing the many inspiring works posted here, it seems that this is the right place.

I drew this to cope with some disquieting epiphanies about my sexuality and its relationship to trauma from my childhood.

My mother shared her own traumatic experience with me, with explicit detail. I was far too young. In my attempts to adjust to this awareness, I developed a subconscious hatred of men and our presentation of sexuality.

Therapy has helped me to reveal to myself the self-destructive nature of my sexuality and self-image. The source of many of my desires is as a sort of "revenge" on behalf of women, as if more toxicity is helpful to balance the scales of oppression.

Exploring these concepts, especially visually, has made it easier for me to confront these feelings of self-sacrifice and to explore the positive side of my experience.

Thank you to anyone who read through this, I hope it resonates with someone and makes them feel less alone in their struggles.