Unkempt Selfie
This last month has put me through a wringer more than I care to admit...
Neglecting myself by putting a job before my physical and mental health, my balance has been thrown so far out of whack that I look forward to buzzing off my moustache and returning to nail polish, mascara and eyeliner.
This is what happens when I spend too much time in Babylon...
My life where it currently stands
In a sense, I seem to be serving as a bridge between my community of kin and the rest of the bioregional stage.
One such way is presenting opportunities for travel and adventure across the bioregion to cover stories and gather bioregional data.
My life where it currently stands
Left my job in construction after the amount of stress taxed my immune system and my sanity.
Possible income outlets are affiliate marketing and opening art commissions.
Searching for other alternative income streams that allow me to spend more time with my kin and contribute to said community.
Hoping to generate enough cash flow for traveling across Cascadia as a reporter, archivist, and chief cartoonist for a bioregional newspaper.
Whew...
Call to Action. Shuting Down Patriot Prayer.
Just after the first anniversary of both their June 4th rally and the stabbings on the Max last year... This is fucking ridiculous.
Let's help our comrades in Portland shut this Nazi shit down!
https://pugetsoundanarchists.org/call-to-resist-patriot-prayer-bringing-nazis-to-portland/
Postfurry Community - Contribution
Baseline price would be $50. Any additional yardwork would be added up accordingly.
Enjoying little things
Growing up in a small Montana town, there was never an escalator in sight. Hence when we traveled, I milked going up and down them for all it's worth. Akin to riding a ferris wheel.
As I'm writing this, going up and down the still-running escalators at Ballard Blocks, I seem to have reclaimed that simple pleasure I enjoyed many years ago.
Kin Revelations
Somehow, the lyrics of Toxicity by System of a Down is really fucking relatable at this point.
Kin Revelations
I'm starting to realize what an absolute importance it is to spend as much time as possible with my kin.
I have a broad network of human friends within various groups and social movements. Regardless of the fact that they're friends, interacting with them drains glamour. Which is easily recharged in the healing company of my fellow kin.
I've learned it the hard way. Immerse myself in too much Babylonian bullshit and it's guaranteed I'll go fucking bonkers.
Karmic Irony
You know how some people love blasting the ass out of their bass going down the road? Northgate way, my entire van starts shaking. Before I know it, my frequency is thrown off to the point where I can feel my soul separating and all I could think about was getting the Fuck away from the noise.
I was so distracted that I almost rear ended someone. Slammed on the brakes, and a red SUV almost rear ends me...
The same SUV that happened to be blasting earth shattering bass.
Roady 2.0... Complete!
Behold! A fully updated Roady! Oh my god, I seriously love how this came out. This feels more...Me.
As far as species dysphoria goes, I feel more grounded and comfortable with this rendition of myself. None of it's too jarring or tacked on. It's more...Organic?
I used the wings of Dren from the movie Splice as a reference and I do say, it totally fits!
𝕀 ℍ𝔸𝕍𝔼 𝕄𝕆𝕍𝔼𝔻:
@Roady@dragonchat.org