Arcanine

it’s like I DO want to be feminine in the way a man is feminine. if I’m performing feminity I don’t want it to be read as an inherent reflection of my gender and who I am. I don’t want someone to call me ma’am or be called a girl. like. it’s drag. only it can’t be drag for me, because it’s not actually subverting anything, is it? so I’m in this spot where I either cannot allow myself any femininity or I do and accept the consequences of perception. my wearing eyeliner isn’t a subversion, a quiet rebellion, it’s perceived as fulfilling an expectation. somehow I can never be masc enough to be percieved as I want to be, so any introduction of femininity feels like a defeat. and yet sometimes I want to wear the pretty things that are still in my closet! or play around with makeup. but it isn’t a young boy getting into his mother’s vanity and heels, it’s growing up into the fulfillment of the wants of the mother and the rest of society as a blank whole.

I finished another moth yesterday, I’ve decided to give them the name ﾟ+*𐐪𐑂☽ Snooze ☾𐐪𐑂*+ﾟ to match the theme of sleepy names. 

I gave her an entirely fluffy body and legs instead of just the thorax. I also made their wings a bit more closed and slighty different shaped. Her button eyes are also slightly mismatched, since I couldn’t find a true matching pair. 

mount rushmore for gay people

ok but it’s my impression that transphobes don’t necessarily want trans people not to exist, the way most bigots don’t want the targets of their bigotry to disappear completely. they want us to exist as a target. they want us to exist specifically to be their victims. trans people have always existed, and always will, and when transphobes say being transgender is “wrong”, what they actually mean is “these are people i personally have the right to punish. and i will. because i want to.”  

they don’t want to save us, they don’t even want to be rid of us. but they sure as hell want to hurt us.

im sorry i said short people dni . . . i was just jealous of your superior scuttling ability

accidentally activated my ok google somehow while I was throwing socks at the ferret to get her to attack them

i want to eat a handful of the topsoil i keep in my closet

being on my period makes me feel like a wounded forest animal trying to find a warm dark small place to die

i have hired this fucking thing to stare at you