New York City, 1970s

I am good. I am loved.

single femmes who stay inside all day and only go out to go to work, daydreaming about a butch just randomly bumping into them in the way the romantic movies do. i just want to let you know you are real, seen, and loved.

did u go protest today

good evening officer

fairy ring fungi 💖🌟

This is the herbologist reward for April! If you'd like these postcards as well as three pages worth of fairy ring fungi folklore and facts, consider joining my patreon for this month - a handful of slots are free!

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

step aside Finn, you already have Nico the Catboy, give me a chance with heeerrrrr

In light of the things RFK said about autistic people recently, I feel like it's important to remember where the term "Asperger's Syndrome" came from.

It was the nazi's way of sorting between "useful" autistic people that could still work for them, and "unwanted" autistic people that would be sent to the camps. We kept using the term until very recently to my memory, and I'm not one to speculate but I wouldn't be surprised if the distinction comes back into popularity in the near future. Or even becomes legally recognized.

This isn't about whether or not you personally paid your taxes or wrote a poem. People have value and a right to exist regardless of their ability to do those things, and the second we forget about that and say "oh but I'm not the kind of autistic person he's talking about, I'm useful" we've fallen directly back into the line of thinking they had in literal nazi germany.

More art - I drew the lineart traditionally and coloured it in digitally,

back when I was on winter holiday :3

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Listening to my brain usually brings me to similar conclusions.