I have moved to BrobablyKenn.

I don’t plan to delete this blog here. It will be my archive, with all the dumb shit I’ve done and reblogged still on it. I might use it to test out themes and shit, but for now? I think we’re good as is.

“My contact slipped, hold on.”

Well! As a little kickstarter for new year, new me in the middle of 2017, I did a little self portrait! I feel like I’ve improved as an artist in my yeas of Tumblr, and that I’ve improved my own self image bit by bit. I managed to get contacts, get a job. I think that’s pretty motivating.

I know I’ve been remarkably inconsistent over the past few... years, really. I’ve been going through a lot, and while this blog has never exactly been a hub of The Hot Shit, I still feel the need to apologize.

I’m hoping to turn a lot of things around, regarding myself and my outlooks on life/people/myself. I’m hoping to get back into contact with people I never really got to connect with. I’ve made a lot of mistakes, really, but I want to see what I can do about being a better, more positive person who has a better, more  positive presence.

I plan to actively start doing commission work. Nothing too big or too grand, since I’m obviously not the most reliable person in the world. But I am in an immensely bad place right now and I want to pull in money as quickly as possible to get out. I’ll be releasing a helpful commission guide soon enough.

Recently, I’ve kinda come to terms with a lot of things about myself. For a good few years, I was the Token Cis Friend of many queer-centric friend groups, because there’s always just that one guy. But with time, with exposure to people I came to trust and converse with on deeper levels, I think I’ve come to the conclusion that I am trans.

It’s a soft decision. I’m not quite sure who I am right now, so that’s just one of a million possibilities. But it’s the one I’ve felt the most strongly about so far, so that shit might be a winner. So. Yeah, that’s a thing.

I’ve made some peace with my brother, now that he’s kind of figured out who he wants to be, and that’s cool. I might talk about him more some other time.

Met some wonderful people (one of whom has managed to be the singular deciding factor in a lot of my positive development), some horrible people, made some crazy decisions. I thought about taking up a few habits and thought better of them, and thought up a few safer habits that I might actually go through with. Time will tell.

I’m working to lose weight and better myself. I want to learn Spanish and ASL. I want to throw out my whole wardrobe and become someone entirely new. It’s going to be a long time in getting there, I know. I have a lot of bad habits to break. I have a lot of people to make amends to. I have a lot of situations to pull myself out of.

He remains supreme as the mightiest of shitty homemade-shirt fashion-bombs, and I love him.

Because I don’t do portraits enough. And I really need to tackle the fear I have of them head-on. With tears. Like the little bitch I am.

Maramaramaramaramaramaramaramara... She’s not my usual headcanon, since I prefer my Maras sticc thinn, but Thiccmara is love and life. All hail Thiccmara.

Can’t believe I never got around to posting this lady. Damn.

I’ll have you know that these highwaisted shorts makes our ass the finest in the universe.