Alex-seity - Seity's Notebook

A comic based on this poem

wish list for people who don’t want anything

aka possessions which are just possessions, but which have noticeably improved my quality of life: for when people ask you “what do you want for your birthday/Christmas/graduation” and you instantly transform into St Francis and pledge fealty to Lady Poverty because your mind went blank

nice. new. sheets. I cannot emphasize this one enough. if you’re still using the same sheets you had in college, you should probably get new ones. get yourself some 100% bamboo rayon sheets—they’re silky and perfect for summer and great for sensitive skin! or, if you’re cold all the time, flannel sheets!

kitchen knives. or even just one really good kitchen knife.

new curtains—blackout if you are a creature of the night like I am

fleece lined anything, but especially sweatpants and hoodies. wool lined socks are also good. if you don’t have the option of coming home after work and putting on an entire outfit that is loose and fuzzy, you should change that, because you deserve that option.

cookie sheets with a layer of air between the top and the bottom. the bottoms of your cookies will never burn again.

kitchen scale!!! no more leveling off flour with a knife and getting it all over the table!! now all your measuring is just shoveling stuff in and out of bowls like you’re at the beach. baking is both more accurate and also way more fun.

coffee bean grinder. if you want to upgrade your coffee experience, this is a great one-time purchase. just-ground beans have a much better flavor than pre-ground.

CDs!! ask for a gift card and expand your physical music collection! or a collection of the DVDs for your favorite show!

One evening, I was at the LGBTQIA center for a trans committee and I was the only trans man in attendance. One trans woman told me she never understood how I could want to be a "disgusting man".

Later that evening, she told me she'd love to swap bodies with me (I was pre T, pre op and didn't bind). I told her I didn't understand why she'd want to have the body of a "disgusting man".

She called me transmisogynistic.

Oh, the irony.

Letter to a dysphoric me

No one hates you.

Your curly hair is getting everything tangled up again

and I can't help but to tell you to cut it.

Trees and frogs and birds didn't choose theirs

and it's hard that yours doesn't fit,

that it doesn't show in the mirror,

that it feels like a cage sometimes

and that the ivy you grew around doesn't make it prettier.

There is no "but,".

There's only a blotched corpse

just strong enough to keep sleeping in.

I just want to remind you

that I'm here.

I wasn’t tripping! There’s a game with the exact concept of op in which you and a friend have to fight over who has the tallest tower using magic cards. I played this a lot as a kid and after making the deepest search of one (1) google search, i found it: the name’s Castlewars, and it’s on Kongregate.

ES6 will feature a quest featuring two wizards who live in opposing towers who both hate each other because the others tower is taller and they keep using magic to make their own taller. You can solve their issue in several ways. By killing one or both of them, or you can blow up both of their wizard towers so that nobody has the tallest. Or you can join in on their pettiness and build your own very tall wizard tower.

An alphabet I made to celebrate the UK paperback edition of my book 'The Little Wooden Robot and the Log Princess' which came out yesterday.

Some lucky independent bookshops have been sent signed copies of this to give out. I'm not sure how how you'd find one: just ask, maybe.

Or you can download a copy to colour yourself at: www.tomgauld.com/colouring

describing my relationship to someone by introducing them to people as "an old wound"

D'entre totes les estrelles,

em sabia la més freda

i llunyana.

Les mans tapaven el blanc del cel

i m'encongien en un mar negre

「just llavors vaig veure més mans tapant el mateix sol– milers de mans,

cadascuna la més singular

i més llunyana i més freda.」

Quin joc de llums més únic,

el veure que algú sent el mateix que tu,

i que tot i que siguis a anys llum de distància

i que no el puguis abraçar,

encara li puguis dir:

"vols ser amic meu?"

How do you process grief?

by running from it until it finds me in the middle of a sunny street on a beautiful day

Hey,

There's a comfy space in my mind, I've made room for you. We can hug and eat cookies or we can just talk about the rain- about this strange weather that covers the moon with a grainy filter. About the pictures you took of me when I wasn’t looking. Hey, Sometimes I feel like I don't know you, and I love that because it means you are you and I am me. Like when you admire someone so much you don't want to be them, you want them to be themselves. Hey, I just want to be with you so I can tell you how I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I love you so much that I almost forgot.