Pink Jerkoff Boy was a cataloging back and forth with Bert Green Fine Art​.  Over the phone, he was trying to describe the (one of several) “Untitled” paintings he was looking at, and a title was born. And because my maturity peaks at sophomoric movie comedies like Tommy Boy and Water Boy, I thought it funny and kept it.

 

Pink Jerkoff Boy was painted in 2016. It was shown in 2017 and purchased in 2017 by a heterosexual cis woman with two children. It was referenced in a 2018 article as MY identity.

 

Five years later, In 2023, Pink Jerkoff Boy became the central focus of a local Trans Scare campaign, the Exhibit A proving me a child predator and pedophilic artist. 

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I was chronically deadnamed and mis gendered, I was doxed, verbally and physically harassed, filmed in public around town, featured on podcasts, a social media kicking boy, I was anointed the mentally ill pornographic/pedophilic artist grooming children at our schools, a red flag, a lawsuit waiting to happen. 

 

2023 became 2024 before the barrage of harassment ebbed. The silence that followed was eerie. My life was ravaged for clicks and likes for a solid year+ and then: crickets. No flowers?  No thank you card? “Thanks for letting us squeeze you to within an inch of your life so we could further our own desperate need for relevance, good luck with all that.” ?.

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This is the show about ... this. 

 

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