When I imagine a Happily Ever After, I picture lots of people to care about, who care about me.

I also picture myself in an isolated cube, where no one can hurt me, no one can bother me.

All I want from life is to follow my curiosity and creativity wherever they may go, and deliver what I learn to The World.

If there was Love and Building Family as a result of that, that would be beyond my dreams.

But my most basic ask of life is the time, space, and safety to research and create.

WHY IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!?!?!

I’ve heard that I shouldn’t be so frank and open with my feelings on here.
But I love it.

In fact, I would say that #Mastodon - esp #ActuallyAutistic - and #Kamala’s campaign are the only aspects of life that are GIVING BACK right now; everything else is TAKING TAKING TAKING.

🌈💜🌈

My candid communication about my emotions and learning about #ActuallyAutistic aspects of life (“What is me? What is autism?”) was recently used against me in real life, and it’s almost killed me.

I’d shared a link to this account with a coworker so they could track progress on my artwork. I never in a zillion years imagined they would weaponize my account against me. My mind just does NOT work that way… I guess I’m not a predator?

Every time I draw something new, that's an affirmation that I want to stay alive.

Every time I post a link to music, art, film, literature, that's an affirmation that there are things worth living for.