Natalie Selden Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

Bodleian Library MS. Selden Supra 38, pt. 2

I am most proud of the reflections this detail is from my Queen of Wands Tarot piece I made for @dirtyshowdetroit last year!

And lemme tell ya bout the parks – ahhh, gorgeousness, man! There’s Maple Grove Park, a lil haven of green and quiet chirps – nature’s own lullaby. So many trees, my heart is all a-flutter when I see the leaves dancin’. I even once sat right under an ancient oak on Fourth Ave, lost in thought, already feelin’ at peace.

Selden's Big Night Leads Runnin' Bulldogs to 92-87 Win Over Longwood