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63
backers
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Funding Unsuccessful
The project's funding goal was not reached on Mon, July 27 2015 2:00 AM UTC +00:00

Alana (t-3d)

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Hi again,

3 days left!

I got into this project because I have a habit of painting beautiful people that I know, and increasingly those beautiful people were trans women, who also I mostly knew on the internet, and many of whom needed the extra income from modeling. It took a long time to get off the ground because giant paintings take a lot of work and money and I wasn't immediately able to spare that money, and I did feel a little odd about focusing on trans women as a cis woman. After months of dedication and the company of women I love, I have all these paintings that need homes besides my own, and I've put all the money into expenses of the project and past that. So I'm giving you more opportunities to buy the paintings or see them in a gallery, in exchange for making back what I already paid models and donated to fundraisers. 

Another potential subject I haven't met in person but who has made a huge difference in my life and others:

Alana

I'm Alana. The name is relatively new, but the identity isn't. I might seem to be a bit of a contradiction to some folks, but I think that's rooted in a false binary that people have been taught to believe their entire lives. There was a time that I was a frail little kid that literally wouldn't hurt a bug. I carried my bible everywhere. I loved flowers. Especially irises. I wanted to be a dancer when I grew up. 

But then people hurt me. 

A lot. 

I turned into something of a monster. I was all hair and muscle and tattoos and rage. Instead of dancing I kicked in doors. Instead of planting seeds I planted bullets. I went to a place with no flowers and watered the dusty earth with blood. I tried to pour out my own but I fear my tears had all flown and there was no moisture left to drip from my veins. 

When believers and their gods couldn't take my life I finally decided to take it back and make it my own again. I wear ruffles and lace with my steel-toe boots. I park my motorcycle next to my flower bed. I shape steel with fire and will, and I bake pies with love and care. The world may have slashed and burned everything I was, but from that crucible I emerged reforged--a blade never again to be broken.

At lady-feral Alana dispenses care and advice to baby trans and the curious, and sharp words to the ignorant and hateful. Formerly in the special forces, she is critical of American imperialism worldwide and its racist, classist policies at home. I expect to join you in funding her own forge to do her own blacksmithing soon. She is a warrior, artist, and inspiration. I'm hoping to paint an epic canvas of Alana as a Viking Lolita, both dainty and brutal. 

Please back what you can now.

yours,

Janet

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