But the crowdfunding for May rent is almost done, at least, we only have a bit more to go and then I can chilllll. I also talked with a friend for the first time on the phone today, and that was lovely.
If you’d like to help with the crowdfund for May rent, anything helps. My pay links are as follows:
Cashapp: $persephonejam
Venmo: opensorceryy
PayPal: trinrigel@gmail.com
I love y’all so much.
-Allēna
-Allēna
#disabilities #NEISvoid #madstudies #queer #trans #disabled #dissociativeidentitydisorder #strokesurvivor #queerart
In all honesty, our phone is on Do Not Disturb to avoid the constant onslaught of news and we are messaging very few people to preserve spoons.
One of us (I forget who) saw a post a few days ago that talked about how a therapist was saying that a desire to build an off grid self sustaining farm and never come back to society was a manifestation of exhaustion and burnout, and whoever it was felt so called out that they almost started crying.
You don’t say that it’s a manifestation of exhaustion and fucking burnout, anonymous therapist! Society is fucking exhausting! Why do you think I rarely front around most people? They fucking exhaust me and burn me out!
I would do unholy things for an off grid, self sustaining farm if this body weren’t fucking allergic to the outdoors.
I know my body couldn’t handle the work to maintain it, let alone the lack of infrastructure, etc., and that fucking kills me. So I settle for being a housebound art gremlin in the city with hopefully half decent OpSec.
No amount of money can fix this particular yearning of ours, sadly. What’s the point of having money to buy land for a self sustaining farm if you can’t fucking work the farm without killing yourself? And what’s the point in having money for a farm even if other people you love lived on it with you if you can’t go outside eighty percent of the year to enjoy it? Even if I wanted to simply sit outside, it would hurt me too badly for most of the year than the enjoyment would be worth.
Unfortunately, we’re learning our limits, and that comes with a fair amount of grief.
Fuck. This hurts. This hurts so bad.
I’m gonna go grab a snack and nap or make art or something.
-Castor
When the ancient void kitty needs cuddles, it’s time for photos, I suppose.
He’s such a good baby.
-Lazarus
Well, this is an interesting prompt.
What do you complain about the most?
I tend to complain a lot about anything that’s difficult or exhausting for me while in the process of doing it. It helps me bypass my executive dysfunction and my deeply rooted perfectionism, which often makes it damn near physically painful to get out of my blanket lump, so cussing about having to do the task makes the task doable.
It’s one of the joys I have discovered in adulthood, as when I was a child and teen, I was often made to do things without showing a hint of displeasure. My parents insisted that I did everything they wanted “with a cheerful heart”. So I often did, but gave them hell the rest of the time and would find ways to maliciously comply with that rule while doing the task. They learned pretty early that the only way to get me to do anything that I didn’t really give a shit about well was to pay me a king’s ransom 🤣. But now that I am away from them and better for it, I bitch about damn near everything that I have to do that doesn’t involve being cocooned in a blanket lump while in the process of getting shit done.
I don’t mind being productive, for the record. I actually quite enjoy it. It just hurts a lot of the time. Bitching about the task at hand gets me to start the process of being productive, and I highly recommend it.
How do y’all get shit done?
-Allēna
He’s based off of an endangered species in New Zealand known as the tuatara, has three eyes, and is definitely missing a foot, lol.
I absolutely want this stuffie now.
-Lazarus
#characterArt #conceptArt #creature #CripplePunk #Disabled #myArt #nonbinary #stuffedAnimals #Zelda #ZeldaSystem
Reblog via Climate News Now
This Italian climate researcher was fired for refusing to fly – now he’s won compensation.
The researcher hopes his case will inspire others to try flight-free travel. #ClimateChange
Oh, please, Italian climate researcher. Teach my grumpy crippled ass your legendary ways. If there is anything I love doing, it’s bitching corporations the fuck out AND traveling places by train. Just ask my darlings Emerson and Lumine. They know the lengths I would go and the angry letters I would write to be able to Take The Damn Train. Beat me, make me write bad checks. Or angry letters. Or make angry phone calls. Just…. Trains, my BELOVED…
Anywho, that’s enough train posting. For now. Stay tuned for more magic, when and where I feel like it. ✨🤣🪕
-Lazarus
