The parallels to sexual consent in this process are not lost on me. I strongly desire to begin the Assault Clothing Reclamation project. I can’t get it out of my mind and constantly envision possibilities for what it could be like, things I’d like to do—but I wait for Christine’s consent. Strong desire is not an excuse to do whatever you want, the other party’s desires and decisions be damned.
Words can’t describe how eager I am to start this project. I’m already planning compositions and poses in my head, but I will wait for Christine’s consent. & if she doesn’t give me her consent, I will not begin the project. I may get the art-maker’s equivalent of “blue balls,” and it would take a very long time for me to get this project out of my head and move on, but that is preferable to denying Christine her agency, and her right to make decisions about her part in the project.
