Needled Story
by Oscar Portillo There’s ink on my skin. I see it as art. You see it as rebellion. Youthful ignorance. Worthless. Demeaning. Disgraceful. I see… Read More »Needled Story
by Oscar Portillo There’s ink on my skin. I see it as art. You see it as rebellion. Youthful ignorance. Worthless. Demeaning. Disgraceful. I see… Read More »Needled Story
