Yeah, I might be bragging a little right now.

The more TJ Klune I read, the more convinced I am that they're all in the same giant complicated universe, like a cozy Stephen King, in Oregon instead of Maine.

My latest piece describes my grandmother as, how my cousin put it, an evil onion hating Scion. Needless to say, I'm quite proud of myself.

Somebody yelled at me for posting about Ganymede instead of /the state of things/ last night.

I know we’re (almost) all on the same page here, but a Bluesky without cute cats, science facts, and dumb jokes would be bad for everyone.

I've decided my goal for this year is to read 50 books by queer authors. I'm 3 in. Feel free to shoot me suggestions. I'm actively trying to avoid tragedy.

Chuck Tingle made me cry and I'm not ashamed to say that.

I think it’s very important to draw gay art and have gay sex right now. Give it a try, if you haven’t already. This is my advice for today.