When you order a burrito from Taco Bell that has never had lettuce in it & doesn't now, so you start munching away & something falls, & you look down to see a piece of lettuce that fell out of the wrapper 🫠 Let's hope Taco Bell stopped the problematic lettuce & I'm not about to get The Parasite(TM)

today's genuinely loving reminder to label your adult content. It doesn't hurt you here. You will not get shadowbanned.

Thank you so, so much to the people who just helped me 😭 I've got enough money to eat now and won't go into the red in my bank. Truly, thank you. I don't have many in my life who can help me, so this community is my lifeline 💜 Next month I will be fine, I'm finally settled in a hotel where...

My uber driver to the next hotel is fantastic and I cannot tell you what a relief that is. He is just so nice 😭 The universe gave me a break.

My uber driver this morning was a dick. I had no help moving all my stuff, and he ignored me when I said I was disabled and I needed a few extra minutes. He complained to someone on the phone and just watched me struggle. Told me he couldn't wait anymore. POTS was flaring badly, too...

I haven't talked about my poetry and art collection in a little while, but I really am proud of it. I hand-drew as much as I could of it, even the titles of each poem. Some drawings contain prose. This book has years of raw, honest work in it. It's my truth.

If the universe could fuckin chill for A FEW DAYS I'd appreciate it. I haven't slept in 2 weeks for more than 2-4 hours a night. I'm chronically ill. My cats are being repeatedly traumatized & uprooted and I have agoraphobia & ptsd related to homelessness and loss. I'm actively in a MH crisis.

Some semi-good news and some bad news. Bad: emotional support animals are no longer protected like service animals are, so places here can reject them. This means there will be a pet fee at the hotel, but the apartment insurance should cover it.

I finally opened up the manuscript for book 3, the last book, in The Requiem Series. The last time I'd opened it was October of last year, back when I nearly took my own life. It kind of faded into the background and I got caught up in healing work afterward. Seeing it tonight, though...

I'm exhausted from all the stress and my current displacement crisis, but I have been writing a lot of poetry. It seems to be the only way I can express my emotions that have otherwise numbed on the outside. Survival mode's a hell of a drug. My case manager disappeared too, so I'm just... 🫠

It's been a wild few months, but last weekend and yesterday has taken the cake. My life has been upended in the worst way and I need some help. I've lost a support option, and I am living in a hotel for possibly up to three months as my apartment was damaged by a severe plumbing disaster. 🧵 1/?

Boosting 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

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Happy Pride 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️
This month is going to be extra difficult for necessities and food insecurity, so if you can, please help out a disabled queer by buying my books on Itch. Most feature trans or queer characters 💜 I've also got a few short stories, one even has an audiobook I made myself! #booksky 🌈📚

Happy Pride 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️
This month is going to be extra difficult for necessities and food insecurity, so if you can, please help out a disabled queer by buying my books on Itch. Most feature trans or queer characters 💜 I've also got a few short stories, one even has an audiobook I made myself! #booksky 🌈📚

I'm working on something that has me so excited. I'm writing a goth theatrical musical about dissociating so hard a creature ends up in a strange blue void in his living room, and it has campy vibes that feel like RHPS. It's all written in verse, of course, so it'll take ages but! I'm excited! 🤩

Last night, the poem went through a major revision and I finished it. I'm so happy with it. I put a lot of effort into this one, I refused to let the brain fog stop me. I'll post the final version soon 💜 It's a lot spicier, but all in 'garden' metaphor.

Finally, after weeks of terrible brain fog and worsening chronic illness, I started to write a poem last night. It's not done yet, I think I want it to be longer, but it's something. I'm so glad my brain still works creatively, even when I'm struggling to focus 💜