THE POPE FUCKINF DIED?????

this is life changing

as requested on my stream, a simple water tutorial!

going to get psychiatrically evaluated today!!!! let’s see if there’s a reason why I act the way I do or if it’s normal and it’s just a random placebo effect!! or it’s also normal and everyone is the way I am they’re just more used to it and I’m for some reason not!!!!

finally starting the grind to get Light Fury in titans!!!

is this what a maternal instinct feels like

My Gender is Their Gender

People forget the true definition of xenogender, which is a gender that cannot be described or experienced or fully explained by humans. And while this often leads to hoards, as people try to capture their understanding of their own gender. But for me, it’s been slimming down instead of gaining, turning to one point.

My gender encompasses the gender experience of animals, most specifically, the animals I am as a nonhuman. Parts of my gender are obvious, I wear brown feathers like the mallard, I avoid the mane when I can. But underneath there is this iceberg. The xeno part of my gender that I can only describe as the gender an animal experiences. A gender I in a human body will never fully quantify.

Lets for example, take the bird. Humans like to make it simple, applying their gender norms to them, female takes the eggs, male fucks off. And yet male emus are the most devoted fathers, female cuckoos abandon their clutches for other hens. Okay then, maybe males are big and flashy, and females are brown. And yet, a large majority of bird species are not sexually dimorphic. Femininity and masculinity encompass and share so many aspects that they don’t exist. And the “social construct” aspect of gender is exposed, and the rules break. Human gender means nothing to an animal.

The lioness who hunts for the pack grows a mane, the mallard who cares for the chicks grows in their iridescent colours.

And that, in some way, is me. Femininity, nullness, neutrality, transness, binary. All of it, in all its wonder, and all of it that i cannot handle to think of, is mine. I’m a female animal and that basically just means nothing and I love it. It fulfills everything neutrois and nonbinary is meant to be. I feel so gendered, it’s just in a way that humans don’t understand.

I’m brown like the mallard. It makes me female and yet it just doesn’t. and I have nipples on my belly like a lion and a lioness. None of it means anything and all of it is everything. It makes me want to chirp loudly with joy.

posting my cute Christmas doodles of my ocs when they were little! the first one is a remake from last year!!!

y’all will NOT catching me forget to christmaspost.

I just had the most perfect Christmas experience ever.

Today is the last day of school before Christmas break. After a long day of watching movies and playing Christmas games, I returned home earlier than usual due to an early dismissal caused by snow. I walk home, with snowflakes falling and piling all around me. Everyone had Christmas and holiday clothing and hats, we got to do fun stuff instead of tests like we have for most of the week, we got candy, and bid our farewells to each other until year. As I walk home, next to the main road we have to cross, there lied a little box full of candy canes for the children to take home.

Christmas is here. everything is epic.

ok so i got to do stuff with shapes and colors and like some math and writing random symbols fast. more to come in like two weeks.

going to get psychiatrically evaluated today!!!! let’s see if there’s a reason why I act the way I do or if it’s normal and it’s just a random placebo effect!! or it’s also normal and everyone is the way I am they’re just more used to it and I’m for some reason not!!!!

how i feel when im free to talk about the light fury without a little annoying gnat in my ear whining about how useless and overfeminine and sexualized she is

I’m a MORON who is posting this 32 MINUTES LATE but happy birthday me 4/20.