Word Vomit 🤮

I’ve been neglecting my blog but not purposely. Just bare with me this year has been a real roller coaster ride to say the least. Just know that I’ve been working, but let me catch you guys up from last month to now. If you haven’t noticed the site has been updated as well as the shop. Channeling my inner childhood once again with Nintendo Nostalgia with a message behind it.
The message being Zero Games Played, 2020 has been by far the wildest year ever! Like something out of a video game, but here at GoonMilk we not playing no games with the powers that be. This Duck Hunt the police have been on towards people of color must stop! WE WANT JUSTICE FOR ALL VICTIMS OF POLICE BRUTALITY! EQUAL RIGHTS FOR ALL! AND AN END TO SYSTEMIC RACISM!

I’ve been focusing on family and myself as far as being kinder, caring, and more understanding of those I care for. I can be very reclusive and nonchalant sometimes and understanding how off putting that is has been a lesson in itself. I’ve slowed down on smoking and drinking to only weekends and even then not as much as before. Just trying to keep my mental clear and focused for my own benefit. I usually take a few months off every year anyway to exhibit control over my vices and frivolous spending.
My family is still recovering from the lost of our Superman, JB and that has taken a toll on everyone. I’ve been trying to do my part to hold everyone together making tees and being there for everyone. I hate car rides with a passion but I knew I could not miss going to Kentucky to see Uncle Bobby and JB one last time. It was a great trip despite the circumstances and I feel better knowing I went to support my family.

I celebrated my little sister’s 17th Birthday with her last week. She has grown so much and our bond has literally brought me closer to that side of my family. I’m so proud of her and all her accomplishments, how strong/smart she is, and how loving and caring she has always been towards me even when I go ghost for months. For a long time I felt like my father had his perfect little family and I was just an after thought, but Cici has singlehandedly saved me and my fathers relationship, and also built a unbreakable bond with me and I love her for that especially. I had no clue how to be a big brother I never had someone look up to me, but now it comes naturally and seeing her grow into an amazing, successful little lady is all I want for her. Seeing first hand how she has turned this man into a caring, loving, father gives me a sense of joy. And seeing how much love they have for one another is really heartwarming, regardless of our relationship and how I was brought up. Nonetheless I enjoyed the time spent and sharing these special moments with Her. I told her my first book will be dedicated to her as a thank you for being the best little sister I could ever ask for and opening up a side of me I didn’t know I possessed.

Also last week I threw a surprise Pop Up Print Shop at the Soufside Market! It was dope I gave away money and made a bunch of sales on custom pieces I had been hoarding for years. Lowkey I’m selfish with my art so when I Make a sale that I put my heart into it kinda hurts but I’m never mad at money made.

I’ve been practicing my craft trying to become a better photographer and playing around with lighting as I set up my in-home studio. I did some test shots with Ashley this week that I think came out dope with the black light accentuating the Neon Glow of her nails and GOONS logo jacket. As well as practicing my portraits and head shots. It’s kind of uncomfortable dealing with models with the stigma of male photographers being creeps floating around the area as of late. The last thing I want to do is make someone uncomfortable but with the way women are being treated as of lately everything feels like walking on eggshells, a feeling I despise. So I hardly reach out and if I do it’s someone I know well enough to shoot with comfortably.

As a black man we need to protect our women and stand up for them regardless of attraction, relation, or sexual orientation. Being on man time is not a part time gig and a lot of men seem to think it’s okay to not be on Man time or only when it benefits their ego. These lames are the reason real men have to jump through hoops for trust and security with damaged and abused women, not the women’s fault at all. Taking accountability for yourself and those you fellowship with is imperative in times like this where every thing and everyone is being divided by race, sex, or whatever.

Last and not least.

FUCK TRUMP.