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Transgender awareness week is here!

With this post we want to share key information on being transgender, what it means to be transgender and how you can help the trans community!

During the 13th November to 20th November Transgender awareness week is marked to educate and support the transgender community, it's the perfect time to learn something new and see how you can help transgender people feel save and loved like they deserve. If you are a transgender person yourself take this week to appreciate yourself and know you are important and loved.

Trans butterflies with pretty sparkles cross stitch pattern 🦋🏳️‍⚧️✨

I just love creating subtle cross stitch designs which utilise the very pretty colours of the trans flag. I get to spread a little trans joy with the world through with little crosses and sparkles. 💖

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round 5 of #izzybingo was...crossover!

i'm a little late to the party but happy flag day! there was no was no better way to pay homage to our feral, little #gaypirateshow , than with a pride flag extravaganza. bonus points for including mr anthony "what else would i be, an aardvark?!" crowley.

p.s. commissions and pre-made wallpapers are available on my #kofipage.

“A portal to my personal baby blue hell”

Mixed media sculpture; cardboard, paper mache, paper mache clay, plaster, and found object.

I have always had a lot of displaced anger towards healthy families where everyone is allowed to close and lock bedroom doors and everyone knocks; parents who had trust and faith in their kids. Im so jealous that I sometimes feel sick and filled with rage over it.

My Dad’s first step in “tough love” was to remove my bedroom door. I never understood how humiliation and removing a child’s self-respect and need for privacy was a tool in “defeating” my bad behavior. The bathroom became a temporary sanctuary to me, where no one would question the door being closed and locked so I found myself finding any excuse to spend as much time as I could sitting on that bathroom floor. I never understood why my Dad thought that was a good punishment, and still to this day I don’t know what it did besides create more anguish between us. I don’t know what I should have learned from that.