"I See You Femme"

Who....me??
Who....me?? Jasmyne Keimig

Caught this one staring at me while walking down 10th to Scarecrow Video. I see you femme. I looked over my shoulder, then at my walking partner, then pointing at myself, all like who—me? Yes you, it said back. I walked past it, perturbed by this sentient sticker. I get it—feeling seen and acknowledge is important. But sometimes I feel like I'd rather be less seen—like when I'm drunk and alone in a Lyft at 3 am with a leering driver. Or walking down the street and an old white woman tells me my shirt is riding up to reveal my giant ass and that I really ought to cover it up, and, hey, when do you think they'll make invisible boxes we can all anonymously walk around in.........anyhow, cool, yes, it me, a femme.

"Up Against the Wall Motherfucker"

Not really sure what the politics of this sticker are, but consider me very open to it.
Not really sure what the politics of this sticker are, but... I'm listening. JK

The iridescence of this one got me. There are a lot of things going on with this little sticker. A skeleton (which I'm taking to mean death) is dressed in a "communist" sash, a hat that has "antifa" and a transgender symbol glued on all while carrying an "anarchy" torch and holding a scroll that, at the top, reads "mob law." Hmmm, I'm here for trans, anti-fascist anarcho-communists but—is this sticker implying that they'll bring death? Am I being thick? Let me know what your thoughts are in the comments (and if you made this, email me!).

"Monster Coughing"

I love this little monster.
I love this little monster. JK

I forgot where I saw this one, but I think I've seen this artist's work on various stickers around the city. This monster is clearly an old person with a fork-like nose. I tried looking for a tag or signature and spent a couple of minutes attempting to read the monster's left ear for some sort of sign, but came up with nothing.

"Send NC-17 Noodz"

Send me some absolutely filthy noodz, please.
Send me some absolutely filthy noodz, please (actually, don't, I never want to see any of you, ever). JK

This one was such a weird placement I had to snap. I found this on 11th Ave while taking the back way to Whole Foods (to eat $10 sushi, I'm a simple woman). I think each word undoes the other—"NC-17" reminds me of Gaspar Noé films with unsimulated sex scenes (did anyone else watch and feel slightly traumatized by Love?). "Noodz," the text that accompanies a photo of my weenis that I jokingly send to close friends. Make it make sense!

As always, if any of these stickers belong to you, email me at jkeimig@thestranger.com.