We interrupt our regularly scheduled doom-scrolling to bring you my favorite frames of V in the GLITCHX 2024 bumper because DANG IT JUST LOOK AT HER!!!!
Hello everyone! As we all know, it's reached a full year (and then some) of the ongoing Palestinian genocide. It's overwhelmingly upsetting, especially when we've been trying to help and sadly little has seemed to improve. That being said, we can't give up! If you're feeling burnt out and are still looking to help but don't know where to start anymore, here's 10 handy links I've gathered up to put in one place! 🍉 🇵🇸 🇵🇸 🇵🇸 1.) https://www.pcrf.net/ 2.) https://www1.hhrd.org/Campaigns/Palestine-Relief 3.) https://www.unicef.org/emergencies/children-gaza-need-lifesaving-support 4.) https://www.humanrightscareers.com/issues/charities-helping-civilians-in-palestine/ 5.) https://www.tumblr.com/gaza-evacuation-funds 6.) https://sites.google.com/view/advocatingforpalestine/ 7.) https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BxT3Vc-UBKiMNBgdiB7I-9rJ9uxetP1VzL8kKKvxg20/edit?tab=t.0 8.) https://uscpr.org/ 9.) https://connecting-humanity.org/ 10.) https://arab.org/ 🇵🇸 🇵🇸 🇵🇸
Also here's a tag of accounts who have reached out to me personally for donations, and other resources too! As always, please help if you're able to! From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free! 🍉
Went to the Fisher Price factory campus again today (they have a store attached and my mom wanted to go) and I’m still totally in love with the giant replicas of their vintage toys from the 40s they have outside! 🥰
FINALLY a lesbian flag that's right for me!!!! (Original tweet)
Long post ahead, but I really want to talk about this...I think? Oh lord here we go, lol. Anyways, confession time!
I struggled with illiteracy and learning to read for a chunk of my life. I've mentioned it (in passing) in this post that I made about my experiences with having epilepsy, but I decided to make an whole post just for this for a change.
Somewhere around when I was in the second grade, I lost my ability to read and write due to a bad seizure I had. (That combined with the medications I was given too.) A lot of my memories are blank from that era, except for a very few instances I remember clearly. What I do remember though, has nothing to do with the seizure or even what lead up to it, all of that's still gone to this day.
I had lost my ability to read, and also was diagnosed with dyslexia during the quest to re-learn from scratch. (On top of already being diagnosed with ADHD when I was about 6.) I remember very vividly how HORRIBLE everything felt. I couldn't remember the names of things, and I had to re-learn, from preschool up, both reading and writing from scratch.
Somewhat luckily, I didn't lose anything else besides those chunks of memories and my ability to read, and I still remembered who I was, what cartoons I liked, my favorite music, etc. But suddenly, I couldn't read the CD titles anymore. I couldn't read the VHS covers. It was gone, ripped away from me very suddenly, and I knew it was missing. I knew that I already learned how to read and write, but it was forced out of me by a malfunctioning brain. I was home schooled because of it from grades 3rd-5th. (2003-2005)
In the third grade, I had made just enough progress to get books for 5 year olds. Everyone around me acted so proud, but all I could do was cry. I was humiliated. I felt so incredibly stupid, as being illiterate leaves you with no choice but to feel stupid. I threw those baby books around my room and sat on the floor crying. It wasn't fair, I didn't do anything wrong, it was my damn seizures. I had no control.
When I went back to public school for 6th grade, I got called stupid, the r-slur, illiterate, slow, basically every name in the book. Both kids and adults, all throughout those years while I continued to re-learn in real time. In middle school, my reading level was still low for my age, and I had to be in a special program with extra assistance and teacher accommodations. As soon as word got out, the kids were RELENTLESS. It was 06-07, nobody cared about bullying/etc, especially for a public middle school. The bullying never stopped.
I kept working and studying, slowly making progress. Years of struggling, learning to cope, inventing my own short-cuts to help read a little easier, using rulers and paper edges to help guide my eyes, everything. I was still in "special" classes with accommodations all through high school too. My senior year of high school, I graduated on the honor role list. Did that make me happy? It felt nice for sure, but better? Not by much. I knew how hard I still struggled, and still felt very embarrassed by it all. I'll never forget.
As a kid, the pain I felt was so intense. Physically from the seizure, and in every other way with having to re-learn how to spell t-r-e-e. Starting over with pre-K toddler books at 7. Kindergarten level at age 8, and a first grade level as a 9 year old. The feeling of having my memories ripped away just enough to leave me unable to recognize the symbols that decorated everything from posters to TV to book covers. Being told by a room full of doctors and neurologists what had happened, and being quizzed and tested to see what I still had left.
I have never forgotten those long nights. Even though I was a child, the shame and guilt and fear I felt were VERY real and very tense. And the jokes/remarks from both kids AND adults, the notebooks filled with raw squiggly anger, the uphill climb to regain what was taken from me. I will NEVER forget it. Even in college, I struggled with those heavy textbooks and their tiny fonts. I did well enough, but no one else struggled the way I did with them. I did my work and wrote my essays, but it would take full entire days. It still does.
At times, as an adult, I still get stuck on words. I can obviously read and write again, as you can see with this exact post, but it's not over. I struggle with certain fonts, and some books are just to difficult. I still work at it and still try as hard as I can even to this very goddamn day. It never truly ended, all these years later, 20 years later, I still sometimes fight to understand. I feel like an angry and humiliated kid again in those moments, but I'm not that kid or teen anymore. I lived thought it somehow.
I had a dream back when I was 17, where I'm standing in from of my 9 year old self and that pile of baby books. She's crying and looking at me, desperately. I walk over and hug her, proudly telling her "We read The Great Gatsby in high school, and we understand it."
To anyone who has struggled with illiteracy at non-toddler-points in their lives, I see you. To anyone who's struggled with reading comprehension, I see you. To anyone who struggled with writing, I see you. We don't talk about it enough, and I want to change that. I don't want to hide that side of my life experience anymore. Fuck shame, we climbed out of it.
And to this day, a copy of "The Great Gatsby" is still on my shelf. Because I read it in high school, and 9 year old me would've thought that was the coolest achievement ever.
Just throwing this out there because it probably needs to be said again. Yes, I am an adult. I'm currently 28 (almost 29) when I write this. I engage with adult shows and adult pieces media. I am a queer and sex positive person, and I'm also vanilla. I'm an SA and abuse survivor. I have fun, and I have my limits. At the end of the day, I am an adult, and I have full control over how I interact with the media I watch/etc. We all do.
Every piece of adult media I see, either cartoon or a movie or whatever else, usually contains some form of content that makes me uncomfortable. There's no such thing as a perfect piece of media with a flawless production team, ESPECIALLY in adult spaces. I take ratings and mentioned triggers seriously, and I skip parts or scenes or whatever else that makes me uncomfortable.
As an adult, I can engage with adult pieces of media while still keeping myself safe. I can find the good in a lot of things, especially characters, and I can adapt to what I'm seeing and proceed with caution. I am in control of my experience with anything online or on TV.
That being said, just because I watch something that contains triggering elements, doesn't mean I'm suddenly open to/comfortable interacting with others individually who regularly and joyfully produce said triggering content. I am NOT, nor have I EVER BEEN, or EVER WILL BE, a fucking proshipper. If someone ships/romanticizes things such as in/cest, underage, non-con/rape, abuse, zoo/philia, or whatever the fuck else there is out there, I block on sight and move on. Full stop. FULL. STOP.
Pour up (drank), head shot (drank) Sit down (drank), stand up (drank) Pass out (drank), wake up (drank) Faded (drank), faded (drank)
Don’t let the internet fool you into thinking that straight allies aren’t inherently important to our community. Straight allies stand up for us when we’re not around, and speak on our behalf to people who would otherwise "never be caught dead" talking to someone like us.They use their privilege to bring awareness to our causes, and support us when we need them. They’re called straight ALLIES for a reason! They’re our friends who want the best for us, just like we want what's best for them too! That’s how friendship WORKS!
I’m VERY thankful for the straight allies and friends in my life, and they’ve been such a big source of comfort for me throughout my journey as a gay person. I love feeling seen and accepted and loved by my straight friends. I don’t give a crap about an online joke here and there, but people who are chronically online and actually BELIEVE those jokes and treat them as facts? Trying to gatekeep Pride from being celebrated by someone who wants to support their queer friends? That's what makes me mad.
My straight friends who support me deserve every right to participate in pride events and observe pride month. They’re doing it for their friends (like me) who they care about!!! You’re SUPPOSED to want to share things with your friends! You’re SUPPOSED to show up and support each other! Once again, that's how friendship and being an ally actually works! Our allies ARE an important to our community, and I'll always be thankful for mine.
Local lesbian jumpscare!
No thoughts, only my sweet and cuddly little (giant) old man 🐶🐶🐶
How it started VS How it's going with my OG OCs Penn and Kevin! The left was the first "final" versions of both designs! I've made SO much progress with these two! Early 2016 vs early 2024!
Obviously my drawing skills in general improved a lot since then too, but these two??? OH MAN NIGHT AND DAY!!! I had both of their personalities pretty much figured out at that point and knew they'd end up together, but I wasn't sure which direction their interactions would specifically go at the time. They've come so far and so have I!
Thanks for the prompts, @artfight official! These were super fun to do! I can't believe this year (2024) will be my 6th year participating! AF is so much fun, and I'm already looking forward to July! - My ArtFight! - Blank Template! - Attack Links! (x,x,x,x,x)
So there's this artist trend on twitter you've probably seen going around where people say "In order to get THIS, I had to survive THIS" with their current art skill vs SUPER old art/etc. So anyways here's mine!
In order to get this (left) I had to survive this (right)! LOL
Anyone want to play a round of Favorite Character Bingo? It's been a good long while since I last filled one of these out and they're ALWAYS fun to edit/put together! (If there's more than one character in the box, as long as you like one or more of them it counts! Also the "Free Space" is my own OCs lol)