Self-Portraits by Fin - 2026
Exactly what it says on the tin - these self-portraits use AI bases and then some post-processing to put my real face on it - made from March 2025 onward through the end of the year; note that there are some self-portraits in my songfic as well as in my illustrated poetry!
Smaller pictures are clickable thumbnails.
I do not authorize anyone but Andy and my friend Molly [SemperViridis] to use my likeness.
Smaller pictures are clickable thumbnails.
I do not authorize anyone but Andy and my friend Molly [SemperViridis] to use my likeness.
New Year, New Fin [January 2026]
aka 2026: The Year I Stopped Giving Fucks
Ever Onward [January 2026]
Made when I decided to leave DA on New Year's Eve 2025, a decision you can read more about here.
Snookie Wookie Pookie Woo [January 2026]
This self-portrait is for my best friend Molly (SemperViridis), who affectionately roasts me about my very prominent dimples and insists I have a “snookie wookie pookie woo” face and is absolutely not letting me get away with taking myself too seriously. 💙🦋
At Peace With Myself [January 2026]
Thirteen years after coming out as a trans man, I no longer live with the low-level vigilance of wondering whether others see me as a “real man” or not. That question has finally lost its power over me. I know who I am—which also means I know my manhood and masculinity, not as something fragile or conditional, but as something solid and lived-in. The need for external validation has faded, replaced by a quiet, durable confidence that doesn’t require consensus.
Being a gay trans man means my masculinity has always been expansive rather than restrictive. Sometimes that includes softness, color, and adornment—things that are too often framed as contradictions instead of expressions and celebrations. Wearing a tichel, as I sometimes do, is not “female-coded” for me; it’s fun and fabulous flamboyance—a way to be reverent and cover my head in public as a reminder that G-d is watching, while also joyfully shouting “YAAAAAAAAAAAAAS KING” right back at Them.
This is what peace looks like for me now: no longer shrinking or feeling the need to conform to expectations to avoid scrutiny. Just living, openly and comfortably, as the man I have always been—one who knows that authenticity doesn’t need to be defended, only lived.
Being a gay trans man means my masculinity has always been expansive rather than restrictive. Sometimes that includes softness, color, and adornment—things that are too often framed as contradictions instead of expressions and celebrations. Wearing a tichel, as I sometimes do, is not “female-coded” for me; it’s fun and fabulous flamboyance—a way to be reverent and cover my head in public as a reminder that G-d is watching, while also joyfully shouting “YAAAAAAAAAAAAAS KING” right back at Them.
This is what peace looks like for me now: no longer shrinking or feeling the need to conform to expectations to avoid scrutiny. Just living, openly and comfortably, as the man I have always been—one who knows that authenticity doesn’t need to be defended, only lived.
Zev bar Avraham [February 2026]
Yas, I'm Fabulous [February 2026]
Ice Out [February 2026]
Self-Portrait with Butters [February 2026]
