Please Don't Leave, Mama!

If you have to, take me with you!!!

Cat Nap

I wish I had the ability to sleep at will in any position like my Salty...

We're Friends Now.

Nothing to see here. We have just decided to curl up together. No big. Move along.

Kuğulu Park, Ankara 2009

My Turkish-born baby in Kuğulu Park, Ankara, Turkey. Still not Canadian.

Same place, 4 years later:

With the internet lockdown in Turkey, few photos are emerging of the violence during the coup (I can't bear to post what has been shared from the Bosphorus Bridge in İstanbul where my first baby took her first steps on my 30th birthday... death, blood, my heart breaks.)

Türkiye Erdoğan tarafından tahrip edilmiştir.

Erdoğan suçlu.

Kinda, Sorta Together

My Punk Rock Girl

She can rock out. She's announced that k.d. lang should watch out, because there's a new lesbian from Alberta who is going to be a bigger star.

She knows all the lyrics to Hallelujah but is pretty sure she sings the song better than k.d. She also knows all the lyrics to Punk Rock Girl by The Dead Milkmen, Joy by Lucinda Williams, It's A Hard Knock Life from the musical, Annie, and, courtesy of her other mother, F*ck The Pain Away by Peaches.

This girl is gonna take the world by storm. (And I'll use my good camera, not the crappy iPhone camera next time she asks for a punk cut.)

Ama vejeteryanım

Embroidery on MRI images from my left thigh. Conducted in Turklandia (Ankara,) in 2009.

Depending on angles, my leg looks like bacon or like ham. 

Part of a larger series I'm working on about bodies, taboo, revulsion, and prudishness.