and this is our dangling chains and moisture room. It's next to our creepy empty space helmet room. And over here's the walk-in fridge, please don't mind how it sounds like someone blowing a shofar, it's been broken that way the last decade.
Sometimes I wonder how I saw *anything* that wasn't my Dad's thing when I was a kid. Remembering just how much he could not STAND Flash Gordon, Clash of the Titans, or Excalibur, but you notice I still got to see them, unlike say Conan or Jason and the Argonauts. I think it falls into how our taste in movies and music occasionally really overlaps - he's the guy who introduced me to jidaigeki and The Endless Summer - but more frequently doesn't.
uspol - , mh -, currently pissed the fuck off, death mention
Sure was nice taking a few minutes to worry about my parents, feel good about posting art, and not think about this fucking nightmare.
I swear if I by some miracle outlive him, I'll drink enough that my liver will probably shut down soon after.
Usually I wait till the next day, but felt like posting this #drawing tonight. Partly inspired by someone’s wargaming terrain and I can’t remember whose, so please let me know if I should credit you. Just in a weird mood rn.
Mentions sexuality. Gender stuff.
It’s annoying that my recent realizations about my gender issues being hugely about childhood standards, not really about my gender, is *another* thing like “I have a penis and like touch there” “I hate my beard and body hair,” “I definitely like presenting/being referred to as female sometimes” which places me as some variety of trans, but *doesn’t* tell me if I should try HRT, etc to transition further. If that makes sense?
Lots of random gunk, but some drawings and cooking talk too. Obsesses about DnD and related topics. Left-leaning/profoundly frustrated politics. Black lives matter; trans rights are human rights.
Occasionally NSFW art and discussion, please do follow if you're 18+.