Plant Balls

Handler who puts her hounds in her lap and bites them as a reward, relishing their adorable moaning and squirming.

Handler who still yearns to go out and hunt for blood, like the old days.

Notice how the brain is nice and smooth, too :3

Show me your art. I do not care for the impossible standards drilled into your skull, and I'm very sorry they were used to hurt you.

Show me your art. The silly numbers attached to the post it lives on means nothing. Its value is not so easily quantifiable.

Show me your art. Worth is not defined by technical ability.

Show me your art. Its worth lies in the joy of creation itself.

Show me your art. It is beautiful.

Apperantly i spent about an hour just gnawing chewing eating and frankly it was great.

Just... remembering what it was like to be an animal. My teeth puncturing into armor plates, my tongue piercing into the metal flesh of the muscle fibers, my breath coated in the stench of mechanical guts...

God it felt so fucking good taking VARGR out to stretch her legs, to share her body with mine.

I've decided!

In the window, a very grumpy-looking feral wearing a cat-ear headband and what looks like a shock collar crosses her arms and sulks.

I deleted a recent comic, something I basically never do. It was one about feeling grief over my own lack of fertility.

With my diary comics I often allow myself to hold space for nuanced personal feelings regarding my body and transition that I don't see discussed much. These subjects can be sensitive and generally much easier for me to put in a book collection rather than share piecemeal online, as with the former I'm not immediately confronted with people I don't know having Opinions on my recent feelings and experiences.

I'm usually much more collected about it, as I really enjoy providing a springboard for the trans community to discuss their lives and experiences, but this one was a bit too personal I suppose.

I received a deluge of comments and DMs across social media about how I need to keep in mind that other forms of motherhood are just as valid, as if I've somehow lived my life up until this point unaware of that fact. As if that erases the sadness I feel. Or how maybe one day trans women will be able to have uterus transplants, as if that somehow makes it ok.

It felt like the equivalent of going up to someone who's grieving over the recent passing of a loved one and instead of just listening/allowing them to simply express their grief, trying to fix it out of discomfort: "Just a reminder, you can still love and get close to other people." etc etc

I dunno. Maybe this is an unnecessary statement. I think it's easy for people to forget their comments have an impact. Either way, this one hurt too much to keep online. Maybe it'll end up in a book one day.