I've been thinking about my sis in Brazil very much recently. She's the one I'm playing patty cake with in the illustration. I don't have very many fond memories of my childhood. Most of it has been stained by homophobia and gender policing. That house in the background belongs to our grandmother. I never got to come out to her... so, I don't know how Vovó Nair would have (actually) reacted to the news..but to be completely honest it probably wouldn't have been open arm acceptance of my sexuality. My grandmother was absolute love, but life is much more complicated. My grandmother learned to read only to be able to read the Bible in rural Minas Gerais. She passed away in her 80s and (today) I know I couldn't expect her to be accepting the way I would've liked her to be in my head, but still, I know that woman was unconditional love. Living is so fucking complicated.