I'm not my body
I'm not my brain
I'm not my skin
I'm not my name
I'm not my thoughts
I'm not my tongue
I'm what remains
When those other things are gone

This statement about the transphobic Supreme Court ruling by the UK's Crab Museum (yes a museum about crabs) is better than 99% of the statements I've seen on the topic

www.crabmuseum.org/visit

🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀

Sometimes I also doodle if I want help with imagining a scene. This wasn't really how this particular tomb turned out in the draft, but it helped gel the concept into something I could wrap the ol' noggin around.

A doodle I did to commemorate the close of my first draft on Act 2 of the ol' novel. Love ya, Merchant! Sorry about everything I did to you!

damn, being back on social media really makes me feel more connected with thousands of people I'll never meet and libraries worth of concepts I'll never fully grasp

why the fuck was I excited to get back into this again

You know, people call you crazy for hoarding a thermos full of the Cabin Fever Disease until the moment finally comes when you can lob it at the RNC and nobody's gonna fucking know what to do about it for YEARS

Proud to announce that I have graduated from having rapport with my local barristas to having genuine lore, as they recently greeted me with, "Hi, Turtle Pervert!"

A true honor.

Hey, y'all! Sinners was good!