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What you see and what you don't see. I try to give a nuanced picture of who I am and what I go through.

Walked down the BPA trail at like 4 AM. There were people following us, trying to catch up to us. Freaked me out. We managed to disappear down a shortcut into the apartments, however

Ben Garrison kink joke. 

Reminder that Ben Garrison draws some interesting kink.

John Dies at the End is an awesome as hell movie

on bird site, I once saw a vintage lesbinan flagging pin that said simply "don't die wondering". I'm finding myself thinking about that now. The sheer amount of cultural context packed into those three words is breathtaking.

HEYO FOLKS!

So I could use some funds for rent and helping my sisters, Hazel and Willow.

So I would like to do some tarot card readings for whoever desires! My rates are $20 for my standard (past, present, two futures), $30 for one other from this list (not counting the three card draw): t.co/4Ij0I8SxYj

I will be using the Silicon Dawn deck by default (egypt.urnash.com/tarot/ ) but you may also request the use of Shadowscapes (shadowscapes.com/ )

Payment after reading is done

Roasting sunflower seeds seems to take a lot of work, and I don't mind the flavor while they're raw. Hmmm.

Hugs on offer for whoever needs and desires them.

I wish you all the best, with all the love I can offer. I only wish I could offer more...

There are so many beautiful souls out there, and so many that I love. You all deserve a better world, a better politics, than this.

You are all in my thoughts.

Just learned there's a patron saint of (overcoming) procrastination, although (a) he might not have existed, (b) he was known as 'Expeditus', exactly like you might have said if you had to bluff your way through answering "who's the patron saint of overcoming procrastination?" or were Mel Brooks writing a movie you weren't trying too hard on, and (c) if he did exist he was martyred by beheading, so, think about how quickly you want to respond to this.

Brushing off Twitter transphobes. They have no power over me

"Creative Industry." An Oxymoron 

Creative and Industry. Two words when combined make an oxymoron. There is no room for creativity in an industry. Especially if we're talking about the toxic and morally bankrupt realm of game development.

Those I've met from said industry have miserable attitudes. Callous, cynical, if not downright egotistical.

That's what 80 hour work weeks do to people. It turns them into automotons that slap down individuality and creativity in favor of yet another homogeneous and colorless work force that reacts to originality with malice.

Well fuck that. I would rather die than become another thoughtless and conforming slave for the sake of money and consumerist slag.

I went to school to learn how to animate and make models in Maya and Zbrush, but I learned more about the blatant hypocrisy of the industry than I did both of those skills.

I found myself in a mill. A cult. An indoctrination program that presented the facade that you had to stand out in order to market yourself....While slapping down everything that WOULD make you stand out.

They forced you into the mold. They didn't like it when you questioned the obviously questionable traits of a toxic industry you were expected to conform to.

I didn't fit in at all... I was surrounded by naive and impressionable high school graduates in their late teens who didn't know any better. The soon to be corporate drones who will turn around later in life, realize how badly they fucked up, and devolve into worn out cynicism and bitterness that is so common of veterans in this industry.

A college educated 20-something like myself? Who was brought up to question the status quo? Stood out like a sore thumb. Trying to resist said brainwashing only drove me to insanity as they kept overriding my broader scope of the world. Said teachers only became irritated by the questions and ideas that were akin to what any philosopher would throw out there.

Corporate game development, animation and VFX, a toxic machine where originality goes to die in favor of turning a profit. Like hell I'm going to waste my life in a cubicle for some asshole in a suit who doesn't have the best interest of their workers in mind.

Like hell I'm going to become a used up, wasted, bitter and cynical mass of cells to be cast aside.

If that's how it's going to be, I would rather toss a sabot into the gears of this cold, lifeless machine and revel in its downfall.

The truth about transphobia. I wish I knew the artist to give them a hug. #TransIsBeautiful

If you are friends with a micro otter with spots could you say they are a polka dot pocket ott

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