originally published at Posh, Broke, & Bored on 15, 21, and 24 June 2010.

15 JUNE 2010/ TEENAGE IS THE NEW WHITE MEAT

For my next illustration, I intend to document the shift in my taste of choice of men. I don’t strictly have ‘a type’—although if he has black hair and blue eyes i’m helpless—but I used to prefer tall, broad-shouldered strapping ones. Recently I’ve noticed myself drawn to the young, baby-faced, lean, and feminine. Pretty boys! They either are teenagers, or look like teenagers! People have been making jokes “Jasiminne you can’t wait outside the school gates”, “Jasiminne you’re lucky the legal age in this country is 16”, “Jasiminne we’re going to call child protection services on you”. 
This new illustration series is a continuation of Bunny Ain’t No Kind Of Rider aka ‘Staaaay. We’ll try again in the morning.’ Each following illustration depicts beautiful young boys I’ve curated, in a similiar pose—head, shoulders and upper chest shot against bed sheets wearing animal ears best suited to their personalities, with a speech bubble summing up the whole experience. The next one I’m going to draw will be about the  19 year old gay model who reminds me of a little baby duck. Except…how do I draw duck ears? Do ducks even have ears? Perhaps I’ll depict him as a kittycat instead. Eek! A kitten! I’ve already decided what he’s going to say: ‘Sowwieee! I don’t usually have sex with GIRLS!’ * edit * I’ve got it, he’s going to be a puppy!
 But wait, there’s another kitten-like boy who fits the bill—except that he’s so sweet that I can’t bear to put him at the brunt of the teasing that will follow if I draw him! And what could he say? ‘You’re quite pretty’? Well there’s always Foal, who DID say ‘Ah yes you’re an EXCELLENT Oriental Lover! VAFFANCULO!’
Oh god this is going to be so much fun. Teenage is the new white meat. Young, lean, and tender!

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21 JUNE 2010/PETTING ZOO…

…is the title for my little illustration series about teenagers being my new white meat.My favourite thing about making art, apart from drawing it, is naming the pieces. So far I’ve come up with: Bunny Ain’t No Kind Of Rider, Puppy Don’t Like Pussy Wants Bone Instead, Smitten Love-Bitten Kitten, and Foal Being Broken Into Italian Stallion.
Jasiminne’s Petting Zoo! Lewis and I had a dream, that we would buy a large cage from Columbia Road Market and put a naked lovely lad inside. We’d feed the boy through the bars of the Boy Cage and take him out to dance on hot tin floors for our amusement. I really relish the idea of turning my new balcony into a petting zoo full of baby-faced young men, but le housemate is horrified—she wants to grow tomatoes and lettuce on the balcony instead. I’d rather just harvest pretty boys, they’re better than vegetables, you can also toss them with salad anyway.

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24 JUNE 2010/PETTING ZOO (2)

Bunny and Puppy side by side. Next, Kitten and Foal.
Earlier today—

Puppy: Yip! You’ve been naughty. My nose is not that big!

Me: Your eyes aren’t that shiny either. I exaggerate.

Puppy: Also I didn’t say ‘I don’t usually have sex with girls!’ I’d say ‘Jasiminne Yip drugged and molested me!’ 

Me: You’re lucky I didn’t GHB+viagra you, or you’d be in a cage hanging from my ceiling right now.

Puppy: Been there done that got the t-shirt.