WENDY

You say you are a Wendy, and that you're sick of it. 

You are a Wendy because of all the Emotional Labor you've done

For the men in your house, for the transmen you date, for the masc women you hate.

You lament your privileged position, White cis girl. Educated woman. Liberated Femme.

You date only People of Color. You cackle that you haven't paid for a date, ever.
You don't pay for dates--you say it's a Femme Thing.

Nor do you buy your own weed.

You date transmen. And short, emotionally distraught masculine women. 

Behind their backs you call them Your "Pocket Butch".

You've forgotten that Wendy lived in Neverland!

Wendy is a spoiled rich girl. Wendy gets the guy, the house, the family, the World.

Wendy loves being the Highlander Femme (There Can Be Only One).

Wendy can fucking fly for chrissakes.

"The Bay" was your Neverland. It is where your People were. The people who understood you.

The Lost Boys you whelped are your devotees.

And you, who I thought was my friend

You who I knew for ten years +

You were not willing to share your fairy dust.

So you, Wendy the Leaseholder

Came to My Town and ousted me from the only home I knew 

For being "too masculine" and crying on the couch.
And had my art tattooed across your forearms
Without asking.

You, Queer World Destroyer.

My Own Private Portland

Check out this awesome review of "I Never Promised You a Rose Garden" Part one, over at Lambda Literary

OR YOU CAN BUY THE MINICOMIC HERE
xo, murph.

I AM PSYCHED ABOUT MY MOST RECENT MINICOMIC, HERE IS A HINT:

Having a loving debut this November 15th at SHORT RUN Seattle WA, 2014.

My new book!! SYMBOLOGY: An A to Z of Archetypes and Epiphanies

Buy it here!!
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Shit People Say to Sick and Disabled Queers

Shit People Say from Annie Murphy on Vimeo.

This is a video me and some friends made last month for the show SICK during the National Queer Arts Festival in S.F. It examines the sick/disabled experience through a queer lens, but there's stuff in there for you straight folks as well. So it's: shit people say to sick and disabled queers, shit sick and disabled queers say to each other/themselves/other people, and repeat! (btw: this is by no means claiming to represent the experiences of all sick and disabled queers. only a few. otherwise it would have to be hours long. unfortunately. Right now it clocks at around 12 minutes. hope you enjoy!)

THE COLLECTIVE TAROT

     Are you a Tarot fan? Or like trading cards? Interested in learning a little bit about magic? Looking for a deck that reflects images of real bodies and multiple genders/identities? The Collective Tarot is a project I've been a part of creating and publishing for the past five years. After a successful Kickstarter campaign this summer we were able to print for a third (and possibly final?) time. If you'd like to order a deck, you can do so here. It comes with 78 full-color cards and a 250 + page pocket-sized book with directions, definitions, and illustrations.

I drew the Bones suit (the Earth element suit), the Code card (the Emperor in traditional decks), wrote the definitions for my cards, co-wrote the booklet with the help of the core collective of 5 and over 20 contributing artists/writers, and drew the handsome sleeve.

Below are pictures of the card/book set, photos from the Kickstarter video, the printing of the cards, this summer's Tarot Tour 2012, and some CT-inspired tattoos. Enjoy!

 

  

  

 

 

 

  

   

 

 

Can you spot the Bluffs in this Facebook ad? Or, how we sold Portland

(scroll down for the ad, it is the last one at the bottom.)

Okay, so I am feeling all disturbed after reading (of all things) the 'Business' section of the oregonian, particularly this article: Facebook turns first to W+K

For those of you who may not know, W+K is the mini-moniker for the Portland hipster advertising agency leviathan Wieden + Kennedy; also known as Wieden and Kennedy, Wieden/Kennedy, Wieden, WK, or in this case, the MAN.

Let me explain: 

 

Wieden + Kennedy has offices all over the world--Tokyo, London, Shanghai, New York, Delhi--but there are reasons why their central hive is an advertising stronghold located in Portland's Pearl District; an area of town that has become one of the bourgiest little neighborhoods (obnoxiously shortened in recent vernacular to “the Pearl.”) of New Portlandia. 

First off, WK started here. SEcondly, they have their pick of many bright-eyed, bushy-tailed young 'creatives' flocking to the city to exploit for talent for their evil master plan--ahem--I mean, to honor their fresh artistic outlook and style with cold hard cash. It is a badge of honor amongst certain tiers of artists here in Portland to be hired by Wieden Kennedy for their projects. It is one of the most competitively lucrative avenues professional artists can seek--anywhere. And finally, WK somehow manages to fly under the radar of most people I know, working behind the scenes for some of the creepiest corporations on earth. 

Wieden+Kennedy are the media representatives (aka advertising agents) to Starbucks, Coca-Cola, Nike, Levi's, Old Spice, Miller High Life and other awesome companies. In other words, they have loads of money to pile into the bank accounts of their loyal servants. Wieden Kennedy, with its secretive culty elitism, trendy hipster sensibilities, and bucketloads of cash, have all but cornered the market on creative energy in this town. 

I'm sure I will get shit from folks I know, and there are people out there who know way more about WK than I ever will. That's cool. But I am totally freaked out by their habit of buying off young artists, offering up super fancy upwardly-mobile financial packages/career plans at top dollar. The price? Our souls. 

And I'm not even talking about the souls of the artists under their employ—I fear they may already be lost. I'm talking about the rest of us. Which is where facebook comes in.

Wieden+Kennedy will sell you whatever they want, and they mostly do it in a way that honors their target audience of intelligent, young hipsters that like funny shit. Remember this?

This ad still makes me smile, in spite of myself. Millions of people loved this ad so much that they willingly passed it around on facebook. From the website Ranker: "The Old Spice advertising department has not only successfully reinvented their image for a younger generation, but left you with a smile on your face after a TV spot. I mean who watches commercials for fun? Well, now, WE do. Old Spice, we salute you..." 

I am feeling a need to ask other artists--no, PLEAD with you: DON'T DO IT. Please don't sell us out. Please recognize the responsibility you hold in the United States corporate power machine. I know it's hard to make any money, and I know it sucks to be underrecognized. You deserve to be paid well for the magical work of your creations. I know it's easier to latch yourself onto an outside entity that can be blamed for the damage ensuing from the exploitation of your art. But I can see the damage, I can feel it, and I don't like it. I'm an artist like you and I understand why you feel you need to make these choices. But I don't respect you for them.

                                

If they can remake a stodgy old man's scent into something many manly youngsters will eat right up...I shudder to think what this juggernaut of an advertising agency can do with Facebook. But if you're curious:

Wieden + Kennedy teamed up with Facebook a year ago and are just now announcing their partnership, having spent the last year in focus groups, meetings, think tanks (and, likely, liberally perusing our facebook accounts, 'likes', profile pictures, artwork, etc.), on this product--the first ever advertisement for facebook (by facebook):

Part of what terrifies me about this ad (and others like it) is that it was made for me. I know those forests. I know that waterfall! I know those solitary moments of tears, staring into the ambient light of a computer screen (though you don't see any actual screens in the movie because they knew that I wouldn't have liked that). I've just now watched the commercial and I feel chills. I feel moved. I feel manipulated. And I feel very afraid. 

 Facebook is not our friend. I don't propose an alternative, I don't know how to slow the impending avalanche of social networking 'progress', I don't know how to intervene in the ways that I see the values of the people around me changing along with speech patterns, communication habits, social concerns. And I don't have any clever retorts to the claim that Facebook saves lives and starts movements. I know that I have benefited off of facebook as a media outlet. I know that people are getting more and more terrible to each other. I know that advertising media is the soft arm of the law. With the inclusion of Wieden+Kennedy in the mix, that arm is going to get a lot stronger. Anticipate the flexing of a newly honed muscle. It will sound like this:

DANCE FLOORS         BASKETBALL         A GREAT NATION