when there is nothing else to do
I take pictures of the ceiling
and offer them
to the gremlins on my
wings

Periodically I get a text from my therapist’s office reminding me of an upcoming appointment. It always says “text back yes to confirm or no to cancel.”

Today I texted back “hell’s yes holy fuck this can’t come soon enough.”

So yeah, doing great over here.

Playing around.

I dreamed of blue cheese-flavored mint chip ice cream.

I didn’t even know I could dream flavors, and this is how things start.

I’m afraid to sleep again.

Gender is not universal, but assholes certainly are.

Watercolor du jour.

Peeking.

Articulate blrghl.

I'd like to advance a motion that, if we get to have elections again, we hold them in the spring or summer, and not right when Seasonal Affective Disorder starts to kick in.

This is a little piece of animation that I put together yesterday, which is part of a larger video piece. The idea here is that two of the engines fall of this plane, and then the passengers vote to remove the other two to balance the load. Not a metaphor, obvs.

Take your meds. Drink some water. Sing. Remember your cup of tea.

Hello there. It is I, Another Lousy Tourist, here to get lost on the streets of this new-to-me platform.

If you don't like trans people, kindly get bent.