#mxwizwoe

high school was impossible for me. i did my best to get thru it, but the bullying and what was going on outside of school was too much. i remember teachers telling me i had so much potential - and i sat there, quietly seething and wanting to tell them about. everything.

the principal eventually got involved in the bullying situation. for two years, she refused to punish the kids bullying a few other kids and me. i remember the last time i’d see her. she called me into her office and essentially said that too many kids were involved - so i could put my big kid pants on or leave. so i left.

they put me in a school for kids with no where else to go, basically, and i was so exhausted that a week before my eighteenth birthday, i just stopped going. then i dropped out. it was life changing. life SAVING. and no part of me regrets it.

my then ex-girlfriend tried her best to support me. we’d meet up in the middle of the night at a local park. but eventually, my family was forced to move an hour+ away.

i can remember being in elementary school and people calling me a lesbian. the only time i heard terms like “lesbian” or “gay” or “bisexual” was from kids making fun of other kids. it put this thought in my head that queer = bad. it was terrifying to think i was something everyone around me hated.

i remember watching an episode of a comedy skit show on tv and they sang this song that goes, “if you think you might be gay, then you’re gay.” at that point, i’d spent years obsessing and repressing. i remember sitting and playing with a kid at their house - and i wanted so badly to talk to someone about what was going on, but i was still playing make believe. i was still so young. i didn’t understand that talking about being queer was okay - because being queer is okay.

when i was sleeping with my first girlfriend, i couldn’t bare being touched. i know that now to be dysphoria-driven, but she was slow and gentle and accommodating.

i have a bad habit of making things that often won’t sell - because i’m angry. i know i should probably sit longer with certain designs before actually turning them into a physical thing for my shop, but sometimes i make em bc it feels like a small victory to bring them into existence.

i made this because of the unnerving amount of people that don’t care about anyone but themselves. i see that particularly within really specific kinds of white christian communities - especially when they only spend time with other white christian’s (not all christian’s, of course - but i’m sure many of you know who i’m talking about).

we should care enough to wear masks. we should care enough to trust that other people know themselves well enough to make decisions about their own bodies. we should care enough to keep our children and their teachers safe from guns. we should care.

i spend too much time trying to convince the heartless to have a heart. it’s sad - and unfortunately a waste of energy. so i’m going to stop. i’m going to focus on my community, and try to grow love and kindness within it. so to those who believe in this message, hold your loved ones close, stop trying to convince evil people to care and build a strong community so that, someday, maybe that love and care will grow and expand far outside of us.

much love and peace to you all. things are terrible and if i could, i’d thanos snap so many rich bastards out of existence - but i can’t. i can only offer a virtual hug or a shoulder to cry on.

TRIGGER WARNING: pregnancy, trauma, forced birth, depression

no one should be making decisions about another persons body. that was something i was terrified of. i mean, if someone you’ve never met before was dying, and someone made the decision for you to use your body to keep that random person alive for nine months, and it ended in hours and hours and hours of excruciating pain and a permanently changed body, with little to no help throughout and after the process… would you do it? no one should be forced to sacrifice their body for anyone else.

there are so many living kids that need a loving home, but the adoption process can easily exceed $30,000, and if i remember correctly, if could cost a lot more for babies and especially newborns. how many people do you know in your life that have that kind of money? and if people are so eager to say “just give them up for adoption…” why are those people not fostering? because so rarely do these people adopt or foster. i know a foster mother and it’s harder than anyone could ever imagine.

i know i won’t change any minds. of course not. people who want to force people to give birth live in a fantasy world where nothing bad is happening bc of this decision (it is), and where babies who are given up for adoption are immediately snatched up (they aren’t). things are bad, i know that much.

link to the pin here og the sticker here. annoying, i know, but UNFORTUNATELY this is the life of an artist.