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billford animatic i made to the song 'confrontation'! ^^

FINALLY.

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Yesterday was a long, painful day in a lot of ways. It was also a Wednesday, which means it was queer board game night at my local library. It was family night, which usually has less young adults even though everyone is welcome. I wasn't sure if *anyone* from my community would show up.

We live in a red southern state. I've been harrassed in this very town. I stood in front of my mirror for a long time debating whether I should wear conservative man passing clothes (camo shirt, trucker hat, work boots). I ended up wearing a bold neon pride shirt. Fuck 'em, right?

I left early and I was one of the first people to arrive. The host said they didn't think anyone would show up. While we caught up, a man in a MAGA hat shuffled into the lobby across from us with a big walking stick. I kept my eye on him and prepared myself to jump in front of the doorway and de-escalate a situation. He sat down, and went through his stuff, and as I looked I realized he was probably homeless—our library is a safe haven for all kinds, thankfully. He was a member of my community. He might be wearing that hat out of fear, just like I'd considered dressing conservatively earlier. Or he might be an active Trump supporter. Either way, he's a member of my community and he was obviously leaving us alone. I relaxed minutely.

And then...people started trickling in. Many were my friends. Some were new faces. Someone brought a big bowl of leftover halloween candy and the mood skyrocketed. I played monopoly with a 9-year old kid, a member of the military, and a witch. It was a blast. Honestly it was one of the busiest game nights I've been at in a while, and family days are usually almost empty.

Afterward a group of us wanted to keep hanging out so we went to taco bell and then a park to chat and laugh and show off pocket knives and carabiners. At the taco bell, though, I noticed a trio of youths come in with colorful hair and bodies full of that tight apprehension I'd been feeling all day. One of them saw me and lit up and gave that sweet, familiar "I love your shirt!" I hope it made people feel safer. Reminded them we're still here and we're not giving up an inch of ground. We're not alone. You're not alone, I promise.

It was a long day, and a good night.

Happy pride, my only goal this month is to not let you forget for a fucking second that this website is transphobic and horrible down to its core. Don’t give them money, make an absolute stink about the fact that their CEO personally permabanned a trans woman, leaked all her sideblogs, then chased her to Twitter to pursue a personal vendetta. Remember that this is not a safe place for the queer community, and that has nothing to do with us, the queer members of the userbase, and everything to do with the continuing actions of Tumblr’s staff.

Money's tight and living is hard so when I got laid off from 2 jobs, instead of descending into a depressive episode, I channeled my rage into self-publishing a lovely little coloring book. Please buy one. Leave a nice review so Amazon will recommend it. It would help me lots. Thanks a ton kind strangers of Tumblr.

If profane language is not your vibe. Don't worry. I'm working on another one coming soon that's a lot more wholesome. I'm hoping to have that one also available within the next couple months. Though I am expecting it to take a little longer just because I'm trying to beef up the next one with more designs.

thanks again.

*gives u a lil forehead kiss*

NEVER LET YOURSELF BE STOPPED BY WHAT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN LIKE IF YOU STARTED EARLIER!!!!! THE ONLY TIME WE HAVE IS NOW

People all over the world are thinking of you!