Faye Daniels

Animal Magnetism

Added 2025-07-12 16:00:09 +0000 UTC

Welcome to Animal Magnetism—a one-woman zoo where trauma wears push-up bras and plastic party hats.

Each image is a middle-aged, fat, disabled, queer woman serving you bedtime absurdity with a side of existential dread. Shot in my self-imposed quarantine (aka bedroom asylum), I play dress-up in children’s birthday hats shaped like animals—because nothing says "healing" like a tiger head and tits out.

The project is equal parts reclamation and middle finger. To the male gaze. To the idea of aging gracefully. To the marketing machine that sells self-worth one contour stick and trauma dump at a time.

You want animal instinct? Here it is:
The shark grins through shutdown.
The monkey dances for validation.
The tiger doesn’t roar—she dissociates.

And beneath it all?
The little girl who learned early that being wanted was dangerous, but being ignored was worse.

This is my attempt to rewire the magnet. To laugh, to seduce, to rage—all at once.
Call it a joke. Call it art. Call it a cry for help in 1080p.
Either way, it’s mine.