For [white, able-bodied, heterosexual] men, exclusion is art

[masomenos]

Unbelievable. I get Picasso’s and the museum’s intent, but urgh.

Tasmania spells ‘I’m A Santa’ if carefully rearranged. And there are devils there. And ferns and stuff.

A museum intrigues me. I thought Tasmania was something like that film The Piano, where some bloke in a blouse crawled upon the floor to hide in ladies garments.

Is ‘garment’ still a thing?