Nonbinary Pride - Blog Posts

It’s this time of the year lovelies:  

Happy Pride month y'all!

Day 14 of trying to make pride art every day for pride month!

Happy nonbinary visibility day! Moss with a side of trans rights

Day 13 of trying to make pride art everyday for pride month!

Today is Pilby from Regretevator!

Day 12 of trying to make pride art everyday for pride month

Today is WX-78 from don’t starve!

To Adora, From Elliott

To the little girl, I used to be do you remember all those nights when you would stay awake Thinking up all those far away dreams You would stare up at the ceiling planning out how you would do it all

All those years you spent taking care of everyone else Watching your siblings,  making sure that they had the childhood you never had. Giving up on all those dreams you had made for yourself Handing them over to your siblings,  thinking that maybe they could let them grow. Planning on becoming their superhero, Ready to save their day, Shielding them from all the screaming, The sharp words being thrown like knives. Giving them a haven from the flying fists and broken doors.

But darling I promise you Your life will not have been wasted. I will following your footsteps saving the kids  from those monsters that lurk around them. I will keep themself, and make sure they grow

Remember all those nights you would make promises Between you and the world outside that shitty apartment window Telling yourself it would get better, rehearsing it so much it was branded in your heart and brain Telling yourself those thoughts would go away That you could wake up And be the perfect daughter You would wake up and be a girl and believe it Your body would no longer feel so wrong

Spending all those nights and early mornings Praying to that god you were so hopelessly clinging to Begging him to make it all make sense Those thoughts stuck circling in your head All the worries and fears that had kept piling up Tangling themselves together

you were right when you said you’d never see twenty-seven You weren’t even able to see yourself as a teenager The image always seemed so far off, Just out of reach  a dream you always had each night but always leaving in the morning light Leaving you with just tiny pieces of it.

You had been off by a few years though There was never a sweet sixteen for you No birthday presents and a new car. You had been long gone before that.

You had barely seen fourteen, Eighth grade was your last.  But I think you knew that. I think you had come to terms, Knowing that you would die soon. But that’s how you were always giving, giving, and giving. So I guess it wasn’t that big of a surprise.

What would you think of me now if you saw who you became Would you be proud? Proud that I finally found myself That I had finally realized who I was Would you be happy? Happy that I had made it this far, That I was able to finally make it to sixteen, even though you didn’t?

Because for me to make it, You had to die, I had to kill every part of you. I had to be the one to hold that pillow over your head, I still have the scars from those scratches you gave me. I carry them like war paint, showing the world how I was born.

I had to burn that name you carried for years,  Burning it to ashes, spreading them to the world. The name you carried on your back like a shield or a burden Depending on how you looked at it.

I cut off those beautiful brown locks that you loved. Those curls littered the floor of the bathroom,  while chopped them off with some old kitchen shears. That beautiful brown color was bleached and turned any color besides that natural tone.

Your skin that was then envy of your family I covered in scars and marks, making it match the way we both had felt. Making your family no longer love it, turning it into something they no longer wanted to see.

I took the breasts that you had always hoped for, And had chopped them off, leaving your chest barren and scarred making it easier for me to live, no longer have those things as a reminder as to who you used to be, while it had made you cry out in shame, for you had lost the things you had been hoping would make you feel as if you belonged in your skin.

but my dear adora, I hope you realize that nothing I had done to this body, that was once yours, was in malice or hatred.  it was just something I had needed to do, for me to live happily. please remember I’ll love you forever, my little girl of grey. rest well knowing will live this for the both of us, taking those chances you never did.

always and forever, Elliott Mars Parker.

I drew my ocs and their flags for pride month!

My flags are your standard rainbow and non-binary flag :o

Pride Month Drawing🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

This is my contribution for Pride Month!

I drew myself holding an Agender flag, and my hoodie has a Non-Binary enamel pin on it. I’m just an Agender/Non-Binary person who likes men, or those who look like men, so I’m not gay or straight.😂 To all my queer folks out there with disapproving parents or family members, I just want to let y’all know that you are not alone, I see you, and I’m here for you. I have disapproving parents too, but just surround yourself with people who do support you, or talk to a supportive person. Life gets better, don’t give up! You can do this!

Happy Pride Month, Y’all! Stay safe out there!

Yes guys, I like musicals:/

It’s rebranding time! Used to be sparrow-rose-flying, now I’m planetary-sparrow

Drew myself this fun new profile picture (which I’m very proud of!) featuring my three main pride flags and, of course, a sparrow

IM FINALLY ON TESTOSTERONE!!! YEEEESSSSSS!!!!

i love being trans so much. after i first came out, i was scared, i was afraid to be a tranny, but 10 years later, i'm more in love with the experience than i was when i found out what "transgender" meant and felt alive. i love my identity, i love being able to play with expression and presentation freely now that i know who i am. i love doing drag. i love spending time with other trans people the most out of other queer people. i just love being trans and love seeing other people be happy being trans. i love seeing people transform their identities and bodies in ways that actually fit them. it's awesome!

we do in fact deserve to celebrate this experience. the act of being transgender is one of transformation and ultimately, change for the better. we are allowed to experience joy, elation, and pride. we are allowed to love being trans. it's healthy, in fact. i love being trans and i love every trans person's unique expression of transness. we rule