lilith & co. 🏳️‍⚧️

Still 5 orders shy of my goal for preorders!

Help a disabled trans artist out💚 even boosting helps immensely 🥰

"wow cool cyborg ninja" meanwhile the game is just shouting "WHEN IT COMES TO AMERICA FASCISM WILL BE NAKED IN ITS CORRUPTION, RIDICULOUS AND CONTRADICTORY IN ITS GOALS, AND DRESSED UP IN TECH FUTURISM AND SOLD VIA SOCIAL MEDIA PROPAGANDA"

Someone is trying to debate me for saying Revengeance as one of the best games ever made and I'm sorry but Rules of Nature rips and it accidentally nailed the incoherence of modern day American fascism more correctly than any other piece of media so I think my case is strong.

Gimme belly rubsss

I agree

#furry #pokemon #delphox #corrosart

I really like the thought of my father not recognizing me. Maybe a few more years will do it.

No violence, no yelling--just a random tranny on the street contributing to his high blood pressure, and he doesn't even know it's the daughter he didn't want.

It's Kila

Pubby fursuit wearing the Bad Bitch shirt in a yard

Person wearing the Bad Bitch shirt, tugging a chain collar

Test prints for BAD BITCH tees are here and they look awesome!!!! Preorders are still open here- forms.gle/jbhzp9vqM8ak...

WIP

wanted to do a small sketch of a nerdy dragon trans gal

if i had to see another comic book movie why not make one based on spy vs spy ie ninety minutes with no dialogue and two awful little spies played by gorgeous women wearing cone shaped hats killing each other over and over with bowling ball bombs and exploding umbrellas

...

What I really want is some kind of marriage ceremony for us, but idk how feasible that would be, or if the people we'd want there would travel to watch two parts of a system recite vows. our love is very real and powerful to us, but...I know it would look weird from the outside...

In other news, Cass and I made this bracelet for each other <3

We want to get a ring with our names on it at some point.

--Lilith

Anyway, back to writing it myself to post online because self-publishing is our only path.

Time and again the queer media landscape confirms that the only good transfem rep is in stuff made by transfems. At least, that's the only way it's worth looking for a main character.

It's just frustrating how often it's like
“The MC is trans!”
“Transfem?”
“No/unconfirmed.”

Finally booked an appt to get my meds from a MN provider so i can stop paying out of pocket.
Just have to get a therapist, an apartment, update my ID, fix my car, move (again), and get a job while maintaining long-distance relationships and continuing myriad creative projects to stay [less in]sane 🙃

<3

😘

maybe we should post here again

Ozzy Osbourne Farewell Show Was The Highest-Grossing Charity Concert Of All Time On July 5, Ozzy Osbourne put on a farewell concert, performing as a solo artist and with Black Sabbath for the last time in the band’s hometown of Birmingham, UK. Billed as the “Back To The Beginning”...

Ozzy going out after raising $190 million for sick kids and a Parkinson’s cure is metal AF.

YouTube video by Harys Rodriguez Black Sabbath - Black Sabbath

Crazy that not only was Black Sabbath the first heavy metal band, but in the song named after themselves they also made doom metal juat for funsies. Not gunna lie, this one stings. RIP Ozzy. youtu.be/vLC2qwFLbqc?...

behold a trans

A B&W poster” “WE WEREN’T BORN AS THEY SAID,” with poetic text about creaturely identity, defiance of naming systems, & embracing transformation. The design is chaotic & natural, with pencil-style animal drawings in each corner: a wolf (top left), a raven (top right), a rabbit (bottom left), & a cat (bottom right). Each is sketched with textured lines We didn’t begin in the clean white glare of their charts. We arrived—yowling-growling-baying-howling, cawing, snarling—our half-formed, paws still muddy from an older place. And they named us? No. They trapped us. In idea, in syllables that smelled of linoleum & sharp metal. They called us boy-girl he-she—as if they could ever know what had birthed in that room. But we're not names. we're poetry & motion. we're shedding. we're becoming again & again, slick with moulting skin & seasons that do not obey clocks. They cannot pin us to the wall like a dead moth & call it truth. We don’t owe our shapes to the ones who tried to bind them. We don’t owe our hearts to a category. We do not remember being born, so why should we carry the weight of that first cage? Let the forest remember us instead. Let our tracks in the dirt, our fur in the bramble, our voice in the long night be our real record. If we were once mistaken for something we're not—then so be it. we're not sacred because of what we were called. we're sacred because of what we're now. Breathing. Shifting. Choosing. Alive. Still reading this? Dearest creature: Are you eating enough? Are you sleeping with your back pressed to one who knows your scent, your musk? Are you helping your packs find water, safety, moonlight? Do not forget your teeth are not just for defence. They are also for grooming. For play. For love, for cracking open new things. Exploring your world. Be not defined nor categorised by those who tried to clip your wings or dull your teeth & claws. Define thyself by your every sacred heartbeat & keep going. Even when they wish us dead & gone.

I felt moved last night to make something… a Therian artefact… a poster? Manifesto? Handout? Flyer?

Whatevs. Its done. I’ll stick a few up over town.

cuteee

You know, this page does hit different these days compared to my first time reading it. Big "been there" mood.