You're frozen. You kept yourself open, and they froze you. You loved them, wanted to make them into something more. How could they do this to you?
Read "Tonic Immobility", my first short story in more than a year, for free: antarcticempire.net/stories/tonic.htm#writing#shortstory#experimental
we are detritivores. as marginalized creatures we are given less than no place at all in society. we are pests that society does its best to eradicate. yet we survive and persist. supremely adaptable, impossible to kill. because we have our love for each other
that is the meaning of these symbols
In more "things we don't tell cis people," a very large chunk of my socializing is spent convincing my friends to stay alive
We've already been abandoned by this society and you really feel "all we have is each other" when literally all somebody has is you
A little proof of life from yesterday :) Trying to refocus on wildlife, instead of all these idiots wanting to fight wars like its a video game & not just peoples lives being ruined. but liek tha fuckin stupidity of it all. idiots. politicians right? git gud ya n00b scrubs. doom us fkn all. idiots.
Lula winning is great for the planet, great for Brazil, and great for people who aren't revanchist assholes everywhere in the world, but let's not forget that it's also going to make some of the worst people on Earth extremely sad and mad. We should enjoy that, as a little treat.
They act like it's this big emotional task that's in any way comparable and I just want to point out how rude and dismissive that is but I can't because they won't even get a chance to try to understand because there isn't time to tell them the whole story. Otherwise many would be more understanding
Come to grips with the
Context of befuddlement
Is someone
Going to have a problem
With me today
Forgive me
For struggling
I don't know why
I'm apologizing
I'm sorry
Will there ever
Be a time I walk outside
As someone
Holding no more waiting
Than the next creature
#poetry#writing
The mantis is called the 'rice-pounding grasshopper' in Thailand (ΰΈΰΈ±ΰΉΰΈΰΉΰΈΰΈΰΈΰΈ³ΰΈΰΉΰΈ²ΰΈ§), from the motion of its raptorial forelegs resembling the traditional manner of pounding rice to remove the husks.
This one was drawn with this very brush.
I have a real hard time letting my friends and loved ones know that I'm not doing well
So if you see this, hi, I'm not doing very well at the moment, and I'm sorry I said I was okay yesterday, because there's another new catastrophe as there always is
Sometimes as the only mantis therian in existence it feels like I have a moral obligation to learn to draw because who else is going to contribute feral art of my species with an appropriate amount of soul in it
God I am so fucking angry
Queer folks, tell your stories. Mainstream, independent, comics, zines, games, shorts, novels, film, whatever your medium whatever your genre
There are increasingly fewer platforms for them, so it is more important than ever to make sure they get out into the world
makes me feel really safe in this world to have it repeatedly confirmed that the richest and most powerful people in existence can say literally any disgusting defamatory lies they want about a statistically poor marginalized group I belong to without receiving any significant pushback
Why do people keep saying "human artists, QRT with one art piece" I am clearly not a human. I am a mantis. Calling me a human is an insult to all mantids
Another entry in the series of patternising the beadwork models I made 10+ years ago!! This time: Ariados π·οΈ
Grab a copy of the pattern on my KoFi! Any support helps me a ton, thank you so much for considering β₯
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Some more random shots around Sandpoint. ππΎπ₯πΈππππΆπ²β΅οΈπ¦ π€π¦βοΈπ»ποΈ
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"But not all spiders!!" I sob, shaking, clutching copies of Children of Time and Charlotte's Web, desperately trying to reinforce my secondary identity as something kind and good in the face of overwhelming allegorical opposition
all the world's a web
and as we pluck the strings
we hear each other
crying all the same
what do i do
if i'm a spider
some other kind fighting
with strands
of my own
maybe if we can talk
build anew then eat away
at a web we
cannot walk
am i a spider all the same
#poetry