Month: July 2026
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OH! I drew this the other day and I forgot to post it.
So here it is. I call it The Passenger because I sort of blanked out and drew this piece while listening to “The Passenger” by Iggy Pop on repeat? So here you go. -Allēna
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Look, kids, ANOTHER heatwave!
It reached OVER 100°F outside today and it was not pleasant for Emerson and I AT ALL. Wisconsin can handle subzero temperatures just fine, but we eat shit in the heat, ESPECIALLY since a lot of apartments and houses here don’t have central air conditioning and were built in the 1940s or earlier. I’m starting…
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If you are seeing this, especially if you are queer and/or trans:
Congratulations on outliving LINDSEY FUCKING GRAHAM 🎉 (and possibly Mitch McConnell, because there’s no fucking way that the photo of him and Elaine Chao that his office released yesterday was legit) -Allēna
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I finally managed to post again on Patreon today.
I was bored, so I put together two posts, and I’m so proud of the promo image I made for one of them that I’m going to put it here. No part of this image was made with AI. This is all human nonsense. I am debating on a shower. I will take my leave…
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I wonder if the exhaustion of the last couple of days was human error,
ie. I wonder if I forgot to take my H2 inhibitors because of bullshit object impermanence. Today was still difficult fatigue wise, but I had therapy and that helped. I also DEFINITELY REMEMBERED TO TAKE MY FUCKING MEDS. If I have, in fact, forgotten to take them for the past couple of days, that’s definitely…
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I’ve been so tired
that I could barely respond to the wonderful messages people have been sending me on a lovely new app that Emerson and Hawthorne put me onto called Roost, and I still couldn’t get to all of them. I feel bad, but resting is important. The emotional and physical toll of the past…yes must be catching…
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I wish I could say I’ve been resting,
and I have been, physically, for the most part. But things between Emerson and I have been a lot less tempestuous and a lot less stressful since he had his surgery, to such a degree that I’ve been able to work through my own emotional backlog for what feels like the first time in years,…