Vera

god i love to see people make zines it's truly the best. non artists and artists alike i love to see your zines

I’ll be at Tacoma is for Lovers on November 23rd with Dirtball Zine! Come snag some zines if you’re in Tacoma 🐟

Saw someone crouching in the bushes and glanced over to discover they were capturing pics of these beauties 🍄

Taking Tylenol to get more autistic

Make more trans art !!

Quinn <3

the best way to use ai is to kiII yrself first

In my fostering new friendships era

It’s actually deeply disturbing to me. I know all technology has faced criticism in its early development, but can we not see how AI is fundamentally concerning? Even if AI was environmentally friendly, I’d be staunchly opposed to using it. It’s not a tool to help us if it’s taking away our autonomy

I’m always shocked to hear people use chatGPT everyday cause like.. I’ve never used AI once. I even have it disabled on my internet browser. Why are people so eager to replace their humanness with machine? Why would you want to slowly take away your ability to critically think/write/make art?

@skullgunk.bsky.social hooked me up with a snuppy tattoo today

If I get rejected from TBQ, I still got this amazing review from my dear friend 🥲🫶

I love being a little creative creature!!

If you aren’t in the know about Dirtball Zine already, get in the know! It’s a Seattle based indie zine centering queer artists, writers, and creatives. And submissions are open ❣️

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I submitted a raw tapestry of my innermost thoughts on being transgender and eating burritos to @tacobellquarterly.org and if they don’t accept it I will probably have to cry into a crunchwrap

Doxycycline When your body is the illness // gender dysphoria

I get up in the morning to pick my scabs. An open wound yawning. I am gooey, sobbing, tender. I am weepy, painful, hot. I think I have an infection again. Doxycycline. 7 days. I cycle from bedroom floor to bathroom floor to kitchen floor. I puke. I vomit. I hurl.

Baby tooth On chronic illness // gender identity

I made a substack 🦷

I went to queer figure drawing tonight and the models were clowns!

The ending was profound. It felt like really seeing yourself for the first time — the fear and excitement. I was sobbing for half the movie and had to just sit there for a while staring at the wall processing after it ended. Heartbreaking, but also inspiring. It made me want to be myself more.

Finally watched I Saw the TV Glow and.. holy shit. I’ve never had a movie emotionally impact me like that. If you’re trans/enby/queer, I definitely think it’s worth watching

But what happens when the student on suicide watch asks for actual help? Apparently nothing. I was told to befriend my stalker. My mom was told I didn’t trust her. I was told my mom didn’t care about my mental health. None of this was right.

In February, another student shot himself. Panic. All things come in threes. I was their third. They’d decided.

You know, those district trauma counselors they send in don’t really help you much in the aftermath. Sure, the first few hours, they tell you it’s okay to cry. They ask you to share stories. Then they lock you in a room away from your friends and treat your pain like a risk assessment.

I didn’t want to die; for once in my life. It’s odd, being 17. An actual future was laid out before me for the first time that I could see. Leave Alaska. Escape abuse. Go to school. Find a job. Live a life. Live a life. Live a life. I wanted to live; for once in my life.

At the end of 2017, my friend chose to stop living. It was our senior year of high school. I was put on suicide watch — high risk they called me. Pulled out of classes, interrogated about any secrets I may harbor, treated like a plague that might infect the other students.

Establishing the President's Make America Healthy Again Commission By the authority vested in me as President by the Constitution and the laws of the United States of America, it is hereby ordered: Section 1.

This commission statement refers to people with Autism, ADHD, asthma, auto-immune disease, and chronic illness as a “dire threat to the American people and our way of life”.

This is a manifesto against disability.

This is the language of eugenics.

Being a weirdo/rascal is what life is all about

Rope things