I Have Drawn The Lint.. Beast.. For Reference :)

Do you think Simon's toothbrush looks like this?

I choose to believe that Simon is doing something similar back for baz but like.. kinda unintentionally? baz off handedly mentions to Simon one day "I really love how our dryer seems to never produce any lint" and Simon sits there like "uh huh.."

...cut to Simon obsessively cleaning the lint tray because he finds it satisfying to peel off

Do you think Simon's toothbrush looks like this?

hi all, this is oddly specific but a friendly reminder to check up on your queer/trans friends with catholic backgrounds today!

the pope is dead. there are varying feelings going around this, but many of us are scared because pope franics was honestly relatively considerate of the lgbtq+ community (for a pope), and the next pope is not super likely to be, which affects way more than you'd think in some religious communities and households.

sending love to all 🤍

influence

my niece of seven years

do you think she knows?

I hold my queerness like a battle wound

pride and shame embed in me as foes

oh, sweet young one

when your mother tells you, or if she has

I hope you don't find it strange

please build the courage to ask

for little A- I love you, you're growing up way too fast 🤍

I don't think I need a life that's loud. I often need something quiet, peaceful, and uniquely mine.

I want a life like a southern woman humming on her porch swing. She has watered down iced tea in hand, just admiring the way the wind caresses the trees. Her melody is found about as soon as the tune itself ends. The moment is as fleeting and insignifcant as the fly buzzing past. But it's her home, her yard, her swing, her watered down tea, her melody- and for that fleeting moment, she shared it with all that surrounded her. Hell, the fly buzzing by thought it was quite lovely.

how about a spritz of queer religious trauma induced lyrical analysis for your day ?!?!??!

you down? GREAT read on 🌼

*NOTE - this is not the interpretation anybody probably intended from this song, this is just my own personal joy found in it*

here are some lyrics from the song hallelujah, specifically the jeff buckley cover (not that it matters but.. it does):

I am a queer woman who was raised in the church and now has an ambiguous relationship with religion as a whole. And man, these LYRICS!! They fill my soul.

"Baby, I've been here before / I've seen this room and I've walked this floor"

I see this partially as a call to younger queer people, as an "it gets better, ive been there". But I also see this as a message towards those who are currently religious. I was deeply pious at one point in my life (before a lot of thinking and feeling went down). I know how.. everything works. I was you. I understand your church more than you know. Don't exclude me or cast my feelings to the side because I am not involved in it anymore.

"You know, I used to live alone before I knew you"

My journey through religion (and out of it) was a very, very introspective and intense one. Walking out on that felt like living alone. Learning independence and identity was a grueling, but beautiful thing (and heck, I still am).

"And I've seen your flag on the marble arch, and love is not a victory march.

I've been to a few pride parades and love them- this is not a dig at pride for me. It's a recognition that everything is... so much deeper than pride. Pride is what happens when you are alone at night and telling yourself that you are, truly, okay for being queer. Pride is what happens when you hold your partners hand in public despite being scared. Pride is wearing what you want because it makes you feel good. It's little. Not explosive. (Most of the time).

It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.

Pride is to be found in exhales of air, sweat, blood, and tears. It is filled with hardship- with the screams of protests that have gone on longer than we've been alive. The most human hallelujah is not a sweet one. It's the sigh of relief when you come out to somebody and they dont.. leave your life forever. It's the trauma that comes from years, and years, and years of hiding and fear and hatred. And the realization that you have survived and you stand here still today to continue fighting. THAT is hallelujah. And some may never understand. But you do.

"what's your artistic process?"

pile o' post its

may the best post it win

"hormonal"

when I have birthed a child,

when I have slaved away

my time and tears,

dimes and fears,

I hope they never say

that my worth is complete.

my life, obsolete.

I swear it, my

time and tears,

dimes and fears

are not an investment put to play.

I may grow stretch marks and pimples,

may sag in places unseen.

but if past a birth, that word is thrown out-

know that my call for your respect

has always been a thing.