She was always a terrible writer *shrug *

I know there have been a fair number of conflicting dates, so, let's organize and settle on February 28th to start. Market Blackout. No buying. No major retailers. No Amazon. For one day, we grind consumerism to a halt. (And with a little planning, this shouldn't be hard.) Let's do it.

It feels important to continue consuming (and paying for) art from marginalized people. So even when I'm not up to doing much, I'm reading books, watching twitch streams I subscribe to, and paying to watch shows from fellow queerdos. Currently reading: Dead Collections by Isaac Fellman.

tbh, this platform seems to be very useful for finding out actual news and not so useful for dopamine rushes. Am I using it wrong? Is there art here and I'm just not seeing it? Personal updates from friends don't really seem to exist either. I can't handle a news feed that is only depressing reality

I can't leave this country to become an anonymous shut in on a farm soon enough

I love my Glinda.

To be fair, I am not good at supporting myself through depression either. Mostly I'm just angry at myself for not getting better faster. We don't have time for this, brain!

You say that you're depressed. If you smile once afterward, people either assume you're all better or that you're faking. If you just stay in bed and cry, they avoid you because they're "giving you space." People are really not very good at supporting other people, huh?

"In saving my life, she conferred a value on it. That is a currency I do not know how to spend." There is a reason this is my comfort rewatch.

So many of these people talking over disabled people honestly believe they’d rather be dead than disabled and that makes it okay. Their ‘safety’ measures aren’t about agency, they’re about making sure they don’t accidentally hurt non-disabled people.

Yessss

Two questions really. 1) how much of this act/costume would I really have to change for it to also be Cassandra Nova, and 2) who's going to let me skullfuck them with my fingers?

wish she'd palm less

Now I'm out of the X-office, I can probably start posting out-of-context panels from Uncanny I screengrabbed when doing my read through.

It's insult on top of injury that when I'm this depressed my brain just doesn't work so good. Was I ever smart? Did I have thoughts outside of, what numbing distraction can I drown in next?

I've been hoping the sadness would get easier but it's still really not. I still can't find hope or drive or fight.

And Fungalore whispers back as he listens to your wish...

"If anyone is going to skeet about the live caterpillar I just found between my tits, it's going to be me." /me

Today the mood has shifted to enjoy the time you have knowing that it's temporary and the future has no hope. So an improvement!

If I could do art it would just be skeletons screaming at this point.

My therapist warned me about empathy fatigue. At this point, many people have moved on from their existential dread by burying it. I can't seem to do that and it's not budging. I remind those people of what they are repressing and that's going to start annoying people.

people have been asking me how i am with that wince in their eyebrows, the one that is already bracing, that knows the answer but still feels the need to say the words. how i am... i have no drive to make art for the first time in my life. i'm trying to figure out who i am without it.

One year I will have a Halloween that feels celebratory again

God I hate social media as a disabled performer . I am forced to keep posting to try to stay relevant but don't have the spoons to respond to people so apparently I come off as if I'm aloof or unimpressed by people/their comments and I'm just trying to get through the day over here.

This is going to be my primary social media for a while.

I guess just don't open your heart.

That feeling when you finally find the perfect Spotify Playlist for commenting on student writing.

I would very much like to enter stasis. Some nonthinking nonexistence would go down really smooth right now.

I never liked the Twitter format but I see the appeal in a social media platform that few people I know are actually on. It could be a place to put thoughts and not just promo shit.