guess who’s awakeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
i’m so bored, i should do homework
omg i miss my SNQ family
being in austin isn’t the same without them
i have a shot for being an abortion counselor at this clinic in dallas aka finally being able to do abortion doula work in some capacity.
wish me luck!
~finished photoshop hwk~
kinda worried about the class not ~getting it in critique but tryin not to stress about it since i’m p happy with how it came out and the fact that i actually did something creative for the first time in a long while.
yessica does a really rad work!
pref things that aren’t too hippie dippie pls. going with a car filled with latin@s (956 represent) and a mixed filipina<3
oooof, yesterday i was high off of yoga and dark chocolate and got the most wonderful emails from people that gave me love and hope.
this morning i woke up with miscommunication from my mom, thinking my abuelito died (he is in the hospital right now). went through the panic and crying process, and then learned that it was false. that when she sent me a text saying “grampa had a goodnight sleep” she really meant “grampa slept well last night”.
technology is fucked up and i am not in the mood for anything, i want all of the magic back from yesterday.
thank goodness gross-femme maryam was there to hold me through the crying and laughing hysteria of life this morning. they are the best domestic partner.
when my close friends still
gender me female i cannot act
like i am not also disgusted with
myself, that the ways i refuse the
injection and the scalpel, or how
if i was really trans then why
don’t i act like it. the ways i ask
them to believe me when i say i
am not how i appear, how i swell
easy around the eyes, and don’t i
know that it is confusing to stay
in the grey, that limbo, that non-
binary existence that swings
back and forth, slow, or never,
and don’t i know that if i was
really trans i would perform my
gender in a way that was easier
for everyone to remember how to refer to me.
thank you so much for sharing this.
i am finally declaring my love to cheechers.
i have really complicated food/body politics that i need to write down and process.
don’t tell me “consent is sexy”
don’t you dare fetishize my inherent rights
i don’t care if it’s “sexy” or not, it is, above all, vital and necessary
there is nothing about my sexual freedom that needs to be made more appealing to you, my partners, or anyone by a catchy-ass slogan
finally, all of the yesses.
i think about this a lot and have not found a way to word it articulately. thank you.
didnt get the tutoring or farm apprenticeship jerb,
thank g00dness maryam got me dark almond chocolate milk