Dangerous Compassions

rabbit magic

I made some arts.  The pretzel snake one is too funny, not sure what I’m going to do with it.

wheel of fortune

Then I made something that means a lot to me.  I made it and felt sort of possessed and amazed by my own art, like–wow, how did that happen.  The words fit just right, almost magically.  I knew I wanted the rabbit, and the words, but I hadn’t decided on the colors.


The blue and black surprised me.  The rabbit is the gray of the cardboard.  The words are white but kinda match the rabbit somehow?

Ming said it became a ghost rabbit.  Not sure–the rabbit is me.  I wrote that prayer around 24 years ago, been praying it to Venus / Ishtar / Inanna whenever I see her, that whole time.

I felt kinda protective of this art, then decided not to be closed up, as art needs to be shared.  That’s kind of the point, I think.

I’d stuck to atcs–felt safe, doing small things.  This rabbit one is larger, and I feel like a real artist now.  What do you think?  I thought I couldn’t be a writer and a visual artist–that would be asking too much.  But that rabbit magic art might be legit art.

thank you

I told Ming, “Maybe I’m a real artist now,” and he said I was already an artist.  Hmm, well, he gave me the cardboard to make it.  It came from some stamps ordered by mail.  Thank you to Ming for believing in me.

It’s a good mentality, being an artist–what do I want to paint, what can I paint on.  I wanted to be an artist for a long time; I guess I am, now.

Thank you to mania for teaching me how to tell the inner critic to take a hike.  Mania made me crazy enough that I didn’t even care what the inner critic said anymore.  The inner critic was trying to protect me, but misguidedly.  I don’t need him.

Thank you to rabbit magic, art magic, whatever this wild thing is in me that figured out how to make resonant images.


I got listed on the website for Disability and Sexuality Access Network.   Feel proud and glowy, to feel included.  I hope people go to my website, see my zines, and feel happily connected too.


Love to the artists, disabled sexuality justice makers, friends, readers, zinesters, partner people, rabbits, planets, the moon.  All love to you.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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