...what? *gestures to this*

"different"

...Ooh, accept surrender, to this hellish render, we know this tent's forever; best you just get on with the show... 📻

The therian validation of not understanding human communication pairs kindly with the existential horror of knowing that you need to scream but have no mouth.

I wrote a little... not quite poem, not quite story, definitely just a thought... thing- to try to capture how I have ben feeling lately. Attached as a thread. "Pale Blue Dots" [1/9]

I somehow made it through my first week of a new position while my entire world has been burning down around me.

Orbis Non Sufficit

🔻 Overstimulation 🔻 mixed media on cut paper mounted on reclaimed wood Original sold, prints available: sasharjones.com/store/overst...

No. This is somewhere to be. This is all you have, but it's still something. Streets and sodium lights. The sky, the world. You're still alive.

i drew this a couple years ago to vent about the state of things and people said i was "doomposting" but honestly things haven't gotten any better so the feeling remains

Got a combination sketch book and journal thing. I am going to attempt to do something in it every day, and decided to start it today on the date of full moon, and about a month later to my five years on HRT

Leaving 2025 on all fours and snarling

I've decided that the therian version of brother from another mother is critter from another litter. Reskeet to spread the good word. 🐾

The whole planet right now.

If you can't be a comrade to yourself, how can you be a comrade to others?

I'm not even sure what to say after everything I've just been through.

Do not dishonor the spirits, nor yourself, lest the one form of disrespect flows into the other.

I reflexively hi-fived a bat mid-air (based but accidental), the little dude was so impressed he bit me finger, I saw Dr. Batman at the ER, and then one of his goons stabbed me like three times. None of this is a joke. Wednesday was weird.

I will never be unamused at how the generation that taught me that it's rude to stare are the ones who stare at me the most. These people lived through the horrors of the cold war era yet seem surprised that queer people exist.

The smell of Jonas, the late Great Pyranees petting machine, your baby boy, fills you with determination.

I had a dream about meeting two therian deer girls, but I was too caught up panicking about all my stupid human game stuff to just... get out the door and enjoy the woods with them before the darkness set in. Kim Kitsuragi's voice emanates in my head; "You need to get your shit together."

I don't think I understand the game I've been playing. I am certainly not happy with it as I've been playing it. I must look at the world around me with a thorough and curious eye to attempt to understand what it is I want to do with it all.

I only realized yesterday. I'm a girl. Yes I've been on hormones for over seven years, I've "known", but it only just hit me that I'm not masquerading or some kind of liar or fake or transitionary amalgamation of a thing. I'm a fucking girl.

She burned like a goddess, omnipotence flowing- I sparked like a stray, obsolescence showing. Tears like rain in the desert, glistening- why howl if the moon isn't listening? Hope.

Perspective is reality and change is the only constant.

existence is a beautiful menagerie of suffering that paints a mural of joy there will be suffering but it doesn't have to hurt and so there will be joy

And then there shall be a fire that knows the naming of you, and in the presence of the strangling fruit, its dark flame shall acquire every part of you that remains.

Our bodies and our minds will be fragmented into their smallest parts until not one part remains. Annihilation.

and suddenly through a moment of mindfulness the vibes changed from the flow of relaxation to the sudden shrieking of understanding- awareness of the singularity. none of this is real. hackles raised. exhale. relax. take comfort and try to remember; it doesn't matter, none of this is real.

in trying to grasp eternity- by avoiding every present, and barreling into the future, while fetishizing the past- i found annihilation.

Massachusetts State Police Trooper just walked past me with a spec'd-out assault rifle. Man, sure is good to be back home.

We out here (it's maple syrup)

the depressing part of organized religion is how it dangles god in front of someone only to deprive them of that beauty. god is not an unreachable goal to grasp at- god is in the rain, in love, in your dinner, in the luck of finding a penny, in the pain of loss, in me, in you. god is the experience.

i was a good puppy they trained me to be efficient they trained me to be obedient they trained me to be unfeeling they trained me to be weapon they tortured me is the puppy dead i feel like a bad dog

RESIST AND BITE

for i am a single piece of the universe experiencing the totality of all things at once. a single cell in a body, every part a whole. i was never created and yet i am already departed. i scream; it is pain. i am afraid; it is love. i cry; it is beauty. i breathe. i live. i exhale. i die

The tragedy of humanity is that we live, exist, grow old, and die- many of us never reaching the understanding of what we are, of the beauty, of the warmth; and so we leave the world as we came into it- scared, instead of thankful for the experience.

hey comrade listen i know the world is scary right now, but it's gonna get way worse

So here's that pen and ink commission I did that I mentioned earlier today! Something for a dear friend, @barksideofthemoon.bsky.social I don't really do traditional media stuff on a commission basis, but this was a really fun exception!

how strange it is to be anything at all

remember, you chose to be here

frantically grasping and needlessly screaming. the thorns of yourself dig in as you struggle against nothing. embrace peace.

"You're a good girl, Strelka." -things that absolutely broke me to hear

<while discussing if the entity/spirit I think I see in the corner is real> "Yeah, well.. Nobody likes being watched." *garbled humanesque voice emanates from the corner of the room* *we both look at one another*

i saw a tornado today. the raw unimaginable power of nature. apathetic to my and every other existence. it simply was. i simply was. it was humbling. terrifying. beautiful.

canines. tornados. cuban cigar. wine. cheers!

“We have fun” I chuckle, locking you in my trunk