ALIEN NATION

Our recent trip to Roswell got us thinking about perception. Neither of us can see without glasses, so the world is fuzzy for both of us-- metaphorically and actually. When we don’t wear our glasses, what’s outside comes closer and the lines between the “self” and “other” blur.

What we see, and by extension, define as alien to us is dependent upon the lens we’re using. If we continue to see the world in terms of “us” and “them,”  or  “friend” and “foe,” we will continue to create separation and enmity.

Of course, it’s not that simple, and boundaries are inevitable, but we like to imagine that we could create something beyond a nation of aliens. It’s a tall order, to be sure, but we think we’re up for it. Are you?

XO,

A+ D

P.S. Have you heard about Haven Con?! It's an LGBTQIA geek/gamer conference and the beautiful brainchild of Shane Brown. We had such a great time playing, we felt right at home, and we didn't want to leave. Can't wait for HavenCon 4!

H A V E N C O N !!!

Photos by Dick Chalmers

Silver Dresses: (RIP) American Apparel

Mermaid Bodysuit and Halter: (RIP) Nastygal

The Last Unicorns - Halloween 2015

Photographer: Sousous Photography by Yana Kushner
Location: Circle C Metropolitan Park, Austin, Texas

“Unicorns are immortal. It is their nature to live alone in one place: usually a forest where there is a pool clear enough for them to see themselves-for they are a little vain, knowing themselves to be the most beautiful creatures in all the world, and magic besides. They mate very rarely, and no place is more enchanted than one where a unicorn has been born. The last time she had seen another unicorn the young virgins who still came seeking her now and then had called to her in a different tongue; but then, she had no idea of months and years and centuries, or even of seasons. It was always spring in her forest, because she lived there, and she wandered all day among the great beech trees, keeping watch over the animals that lived in the ground and under bushes, in nests and caves, earths and treetops. Generation after generation, wolves and rabbits alike, they hunted and loved and had children and died, and as the unicorn did none of these things, she never grew tired of watching them.” ― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

Happy Halloween,
A+D