Edith Minturn Sedgwick.

"It's not that I'm rebelling. It's that I'm just trying to find another way."
-Edie Sedgwick

Edie Sedgwick. If I could pick one person in this world that I would like to be most like, I would choose Edie. Hands down. Yes, I love Twiggy, Marilyn Monroe and Audrey Hepburn as well, but Edie is the girl that I find myself drawn to the most. She is a beautiful disaster. I wouldn't wish her misery on my greatest enemy, she spent her life struggling with psychological issues, because of her brothers suicide, that led to eating disorders, and drug abuse. But, her beauty, outstanding personality and style has been iconic ever since she was Girl of the Year in 1960's.

"While I was girl of the year and superstar and all that crap, everything I did was really...motivated by psychological disturbance. But I’d, I’d make a mask out of my face because I didn’t realize I was quite beautiful...I had to wear heavy black eyelashes like bat wings and dark lines under my eyes. Cut all my hair off, my long dark hair, cut it off and strip it silver and blond. All these little manoeuvres I did out of things that were happening in my life that upset me. I’d freak out in a very physical way, and...it was all taken in a fashion trend."

"You have to put up with the risk of being misunderstood if you are going to try to communicate. You have to put up with people projecting their own ideas, attitudes, misunderstanding you. But it's worth being a public fool if that's all you can be in order to communicate yourself."

"Edith Minturn Sedgwick: beautiful artist and actress and all around loon. Remembered for setting the world on fire and escaping the clutches of her terrifying family. Made friends with eeeeverybody, and anybody...creating chaos and uproar wherever she went. Divorced as many times as she married, she leaves only good wishes behind."
-Factory Girl

Wings are Wide.

Recently Maddie took some photos of me and my friend Taylor covered in paint, running around a field on a beautiful, sunny day. This is one of those memories of mine that makes me smile each time that I think about it.

In case you weren't sure, I am the girl with the crazy, curly hair.

1994.

Tomorrow is my 17th birthday! I'm as excited as I can be knowing that I will be spending it at school studying and then at home..studying. But, the most important thing is that I get a free Starbucks beverage of my choice. Coffee addicts will be coffee addicts.

Hope everyones week started off well! The weather here is just stunning. I even walked a few miles around my neighborhood just to feel the sun and the breeze.

Xoxox.

My Two Cents.

"I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday. I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear. We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men. I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me. I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male. I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men. I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that. I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me. I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don’t believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind. I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love. I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I’m a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them. I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to “teach me a lesson.” Are you happy now society? If you believe that homophobia is wrong, feel free to reblog this."

Emotional Expressionism.

I got back from the Kansas City Art Institute yesterday at around 4:30 PM. At KCAI I took a 2 day fashion design program. I spent most of the day in the studio just going crazy with trifted clothes that I re-created, and playing around with fabrics that the instructor had brought for us to use.

We also had a 3 hour life drawing class the first night that we were there. That was the most amazing drawing experience I have ever had. The instructor worked with everyone individually as they needed. He made me so comfortable with the experience, and helped me improve so much in only 3 hours with a class of about 25-30 students. I really recommend that everyone tries a life drawing class at some point in their life if at all possible.

Oh & I got my hair cut the first day of March. I really like how it turned out, but it seems to be growing far too quickly already!

It's spring break now! Well, it's break at least. It's still snowing here in Missouri. Oh well, at least we are out of school.

Purple Lace, Blue Ribbons.

"This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront that this is not a love story."

-500 Days of Summer

"Feminism is the radical notion that women are people."

"Writers, especially poets, are particularly prone to madness. There exists a striking association between creativity and manic depression. Why are more creative people prone to madness? They have more than average amounts of energies and abilities to see things in a fresh and original ways--then because they also have depression, I think they're more in touch with human suffering."

Drumroll Please.

Open publication - Free publishing - More art

We are so proud to introduce our second issue of Missfits: Because the Future is Female. This issue is twice the size of our first issue, and I think it's just that much better. Please take the time to read through and give us back your honest input! And if you like what you see and would like to get your own work published then send it to missfitsmag@hotmail.com. Our next issue will be out in June.

Xoxox.