Meet the baby jesus. He began life as a girl, purchased from a charity shop in the south side of glasgow. His sex change constituted of having his hair chopped off. His body was already of pin cushion consistency, which was very in-keeping with a little line I wished to write on him.
You see, I believe we are all like little pin cushions, made to be pierced, and learning to manoeuvre like a cat whose whiskers have just been chopped.
He is only the baby jesus because he reminds me of the one doll I had as a child, since i didn't much like dolls, and I used him (Timmy) for the school nativity.
Having said that, I like him as an archetype. Its an interesting story.
There are many other weird and wonderful creatures in my glass menagerie…although none of them are so precious.
Hopefully I shall be able to introduce you all soon.
