Hello, everyone. This is Allēna once more. I was too tired to type much, but Emerson was present, so we decided to banter over audio for y’all as a treat instead. Here you go. 💛 Enjoy!
-Allēna, your fearless, if exhausted, super-admin
Hello, everyone. This is Allēna once more. I was too tired to type much, but Emerson was present, so we decided to banter over audio for y’all as a treat instead. Here you go. 💛 Enjoy!
-Allēna, your fearless, if exhausted, super-admin
Hey, peeps. This is Allēna. My PTSD is kicking my ass today, but at least y’all get cool art out of it. We appear to be that special kind of creator that gets even more inspiration when our trauma comes back to kick our ass, taking us from decently prolific to FUCKING ON FIRE creatively in order to cope with the emotional pain of it all. Today has been no exception. First up is a poem that spilled out of me this morning before I went back to sleep for about three hours:
Let’s set the scene
The year is 2019
I wake with the dawn and simply try and breathe -
You give me tools and time and I will build my way through this rage
I will sing and chew my way through the bars of
this cage
Five years later and I still can’t sleep
I still feel stuck with the cards close to my
concave chest
When will the craving subside?
When will I stop hungering for more?
Nothing short of everything?
They couldn’t take my mind
No matter how hard they tried
They couldn’t strip me of the things I’ve seen
They could never quite dull the hunger in my eyes
The dawn breaks anew and I lay in a room
still trying to spread these battered wings
surrounded by nothing but windows…
And then I got inspired again this evening and painted what my synesthesia makes of “Didn’t It Rain” by Songs: Ohia, one of the songs that sonically shaped our album Metacognition. The PTSD attack is pertaining to the events that set off the hot streak that caused Eight to write and record the bulk of Metacognition, so I figured painting a song that he had on repeat at the time would help get some of the emotions out, and it did. I wasn’t present during that time, so I’m essentially having to process someone else’s trauma right now and all I know to do with it is make art and talk about art. I feel like a mess, even though logically I know it’s pretty damn healthy to process shit this way. Here is the painting for y’all:

I’m not really okay, y’all, but I deal with shit like this regularly enough that I know how to get through it safely, and y’all get cool art in the process. I’m over at Emerson’s currently, but once I’m back at Sheik’s I or whoever else is in front will probably drop some more spare room roaring on here. 💛
Fucking flashbacks.
Anyway…
Stay tuned for more magic!
-Allēna, your traumatized, if hyper-prolific, super-admin. Fuck PTSD up the ass with a Joseph cactus. 😭
Hi, everyone! This is Allēna. I don’t know if “synesthetic” is actually a word, but for the purposes of this post, it is now because I’m tired and I need a word for “pertaining to synesthesia” or else I’ll never get around to writing about a lot of the shit my system makes. I want to write about it sooner rather than later because we’ve been tapping into our synesthesia hard. We’ve also not really been able to write on here much these past few days and I missed it, so even though it’s the ass crack of dawn right now – 3:25 AM as I’m typing this – I’m making a point to write. Our sleep cycle is fucked and so I’m leaping on an idea while I have one.
I joined a Discord server on a whim the other day that seems to cater pretty heavily towards fellow neurodivergent synesthetes. One of the things users could opt into were reminders to unmask their neurodivergence. I always need those, so I opted into all of them for the hell of it. It’s been working wonders for our creativity over time. Hell, it’s probably why we’ve been writing as much as we have, the server is full of reminders to intentionally tap into queer joy and synesthetic imagery. It feels like home.
Consequently, these reminders have started getting us to make more visual art. Castor painted this abstract portrait of Sheik yesterday:

And then today, I painted one of our friend Delta’s songs, “Return”:

I’ve really missed painting. It’s one of those things that Fang never really understood during our marriage and made me feel like shit about. He couldn’t see the meaning in the colors and placements. It sucked, but I’m glad to be getting back into it now that we’re supported.
In the coming weeks, we’re going to be playing around with ways to make DIY pen/paintbrush/pencil grips so that we can hopefully get back to writing longhand and creating traditional art without it fucking killing our joints. We’ve been stuck in executive dysfunction hell. I hope my doctors can get my ADHD meds refilled so that I can actually do things in a timely manner again instead of feeling like I blink and fourteen hours pass. At least I get to make cool art out of it..
Anyway, stay tuned for more magic, y’all!
-Allēna
Hey, everyone. Allēna here. There’s a thunderstorm raging outside and it’s pissing rain. However, the Zelda system is curled up against me, head on my right arm, arms tucked against my torso, with my legs slung over theirs. They look so fucking peaceful. It reminds me of a conversation I had with a friend of mine once – they said something to the effect of “nothing compares to the feeling of knowing that a person you love feels safe in your arms”. I have to agree with them. It gives me butterflies every time they or another one of my partners feels safe enough to cuddle up to me and be this clingy. I absolutely fucking love it.
I spent most of the evening with an alter in their system that wishes to be known as Parlay, which was a lovely experience. Parlay is…odd, but a good kind of odd. He’s pretty soft spoken, with a deep, husky vocal tone and a direct, intense way of speaking that just melts me. He’s this sort of passionate that aches with an endless hunger for whatever interests him at that moment. Their body seems to vibrate when he’s in front. And he seems to know what he wants so deeply it becomes a visceral craving..
We got to talking about that sort of thing and he told me he has wanted me since arriving in that system. He arrived in the midst of a fuckshow of epic proportions, and would often hear me ranting to Emerson about anything and everything. It wasn’t necessarily what I was ranting about that caught his eye, it was how I was ranting. He found my passion and anger incredibly attractive, just as I am attracted to his intensity.
I’ve noticed that soft, intense people like him make me feel safe. The system seems to have more energy overall since we began. splitting time between Emerson’s and the Zelda system’s place, so much so that I was able to handle going up to the hospital for my doctor’s appointment on Friday without my cane and have been able to work through a great deal of what caused us to break up with Emerson in the first place. We’ve become a lot safer for each other.
I have gotten back with Emerson after a series of heavy talks where we hashed a great deal out, this has been such a boon for me. The rest of my system is still varying degrees of peeved with Emerson, so the ultimate fate of those relationships is to be determined. That said, I’ve informed my headmates that if they’re dicks to Emerson, I will court martial them so fucking hard that they will not see the light of day for the next goddamn decade, so fucking help me. I don’t honestly know what to do in this situation. They don’t really make a handy guidebook for when your headmates could not be bothered with the man you love and who still loves them deeply. However, I figure not allowing them to outright make things worse is a decent place to start, and so we’re rolling with that. He’s currently writing lyrics while I write this post.
I often feel similar cravings from Emerson as I do from Parlay, as well. Emerson is, for lack of a better phrase, all emotion, and it’s an interesting counterbalance to how much time I lurk in my mind and my body. So when he craves me or someone else in my system, it’s all-consuming. I used to not be able to meet him where he was in that, and it fucking sucked. However, now I can. I just hope it isn’t too late.
Well, my night meds are hitting. My headmate Kalla has planned a very special rager for the headspace tonight, as well. She’s set up an enormous game of Capture the Flag in our headspace’s catacombs that is Lake Erie themed. One team shall be playing as Cleveland, Ohio, and the other shall be playing as Erie, Pennsylvania. I can practically see the carnage already, so I must wander off. I need to make sure they have the proper permits and shit.
Stay tuned for more magic!
-Allēna, Super-Admin (and Lake Erie Replica Inspector)
Hey, this is Allēna. I have a really bad stomachache, so I don’t have a lot of energy to write right now, but I do want to share this crop top Emerson got for me. I’m bisexual, but I do love it when women.

It says “live, laugh, lesbian” on it. I love it. The gas bubble seems to be clearing up, so I think I’ll ramble a bit more…
Speaking of gay behavior, Sheik is cuddling me off and on while she writes on her blog (that Castor actually executive designed and Ceryse built for her) and is being very cute. Earlier I concocted this bit on the fucking fly about hypothetically running for President as a joke. This had a very tired Sheik in stitches, which made me get butterflies in my stomach to see, honestly. However, the scary part about this is that we would probably win that way, and then become a meme lord of a POTUS as a result. Hell, there were like two years running there where my headmate Eight was actually fucking deified on the Internet because he made a joke about being someone’s god one time. I have a doctor appointment tomorrow with my physical therapy doctor and she’s coming with, so that will hopefully make things a lot easier on my agoraphobia..
I was also feral on a Discord call with our friends Min and Ella while hanging out Emerson earlier. Min said that calling me had the same energy as texting me, so I was being no stranger than normal. This was a massive relief – I’m absolutely unhinged IRL, just about as much as I am online when I don’t mask. So it was nice to be seen and loved for that.
Well, I think I’m going to wander off and sleep now. Good night, y’all! Stay tuned for more magic!
-Allēna
Hi, everyone! This is Allēna. Today’s post is a treasure the incredible creator Falon Muire and my system have been working on for some time. We have been having a gorgeous freeform interview about Falon’s art and well-lived life where our energy and time permit, not rushing a goddamn thing. I daresay the results are something sacred. I’ll post our conversation below for your reading pleasure:
Ashley: Okay! First question, and please ramble as much as you would like – how would you describe yourself and your work to someone or a group of people who have never heard of you before, but are definitely interested in you and what you do?
Falon: I would describe myself as a Renaissance gremlin— someone who likes to explore many types of visual and performance art, and treat the arts as a both a reflective and social practice, while keeping in mind how critical whimsy and spontaneity is!
I love to work with my hands and to work slowly, so sometimes relatively small projects can span months or years of work as I live my life around works in progress.
Both individual and collaborative works are something I enjoy, and making gifts for people is one of the things I hold most sacred in my own spiritual practice.
In terms of media I work with— my favorite experiences include painting, drawing, dance and choreographing, vocal music, amateur poetry, and fiber arts, including sewing, knitting, and embroidery.
My most frequent subject matter is centered around what I live and know! I often draw portraits of my dogs and other family members’ pets. I am working on a mural in our kitchen doorway of native flowers that I have found growing in our yard. I also make art about my experience as a member of many communities: I am non-binary trans, bisexual, neurodivergent, disabled, chronically ill— even among so many communities, I know that my experience is one-of-a-kind, and our uniqueness is just as good a place to start as our oneness when creating.
Ashley: This is fucking beautiful if I may say so. I think all great artists are all like that in a way. One of a kind even among community and that’s what makes collaborations so awesome. We live our lives as art and weave art into our lives. Continuing on this theme: What was your favorite collaboration you’ve ever done? What made you seek out the collaborator? Why was it so special to you?
Falon: Thank you so much 🥹🥹 I agree and I also think everyone has the capacity to create honest art when given the right kind of support!
One of the more recent collaborative creations that I really love is a skirt I made for my husband. He picked the fabric and told me everything he would like it to have— it’s a light yellow flannel a-line skirt with one pocket and a side zip. There are very cute bees on it. It is not something I would have made on my own for him, nor would I have made it for myself— I love that I could make something with him that is both aesthetic and functional! Plus, I am very grateful to have the chance to make clothing instead of purchasing it!
Ashley: On the topic of having the right kind of support in creating honest art, do you think healthy, healing relationships (of any form) are also a form of art? If so, could you go into more detail there? I’m very curious to get your perspective there.
Falon: That is a very interesting question, I hadn’t thought about relationships in that way— I don’t know if I have a full answer, but I definitely have thoughts ☺️
My first instinct is to compare/contrast how I view capitol a Art and relationships. They both involve a process of creation, and of individual interpretation and perspective. When I think about art and creation, I often have a frame of limitation in mind— when is this project “done,” or what are the bounds of this medium? How much of myself can I give to this project, in spoons, in free time? Are there any risks involved or safety measures to take?
These are also questions that can apply to relationships. When I think of healthy relationships, there is a medium of communication that.. hmm.. is something I have not been able to achieve through the limitations of an artistic project. Or, at least, the limitations that I have placed on my own projects so far!
Related to this: I went to an art museum with a friend once, and there were (maybe) five portraits in a series of a cow, each more abstract than the last. The friend I was with insisted that by portrait 3 (or something I don’t quite remember), the image was no longer a cow. I maintain that all five paintings were cows, but I understand that the paintings literally did not look like cows — acknowledgement of that disagreement was a collaborative effort, honest, and unique, and I am not sure if either of us would qualify it as art.
In short, I don’t know!
Ashley: That’s completely fair, and I still appreciate your perspective even without a fully fledged answer! I think it’s a fascinating thought, and one that can’t fully be explained in words.
Related to that, and to an earlier point you made about art being a social practice, is any of your process a conversation with yourself, with the medium you’re working with, or with the world/your life as a whole?
Falon: I would say that my art is communication with myself always! It’s something I want and need to do, and taking the time to create is an act of love and recognition of those wants and needs. When I make art about my identity and what I see in the world around me, it is also in part a commentary to the audience— literally commenting on (and asking questions about) what I have experienced and observed, and how it makes me feel.
Some of the most healing art I have made is art that has helped me process trauma and grief from things I have already talked about in therapy on numerous occasions (and with multiple health professionals). There is no One Cure for chronic illnesses and trauma as neurologically integrated as cPTSD, and utilizing art as an expression of the isolation of that experience (and the experiences that caused the traumas themselves) steps back and forth between an internal, self-validation of how difficult a struggle life can be, and a way to express to others exactly how important I find creation and empathy to be. Empathy is a necessary part of healthy relationships, with others and with self, and the curiosity and understanding that can be generated from this kind of reflection is, for me, the core of that empathy.
Ashley: I have a question to piggyback off of what you said here: have you ever found a work of art by another artist in any medium that made you feel seen? Did it surprise you? And could you tell me a bit about the experience?
Falon: It’s more so that I connect with specific media forms than pieces! Often when I find something that moves me to tears, it’s music. I love and appreciate visual art, but music and spoken poetry touch on something special. I think it’s in part due to its place in time— even a recording of a song is played, has a duration, and then is over. One can look at (for example) a painting for as long as they wish without changing what the piece is, at its foundation. With a song, you’d have to play it over multiple times to get to a place of familiarity with it— and still be able to find something new even years down the line. This isn’t an experience that is as prevalent in fixed visual media, at least for me!
I find dance and performance art to fall into this same study of the Present, the Now, and I think it’s that connection to life (always lived Now) that makes me so susceptible to that emotional impact.
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I am very open about my mental health, and one symptom I deal with due to trauma is a sense of visceral foreshortening— a kind of desperation for survival, and a sense that my life is already over and that death is imminent. Having an aural anchor helps to calm me immensely, and hearing other musicians express these feelings and experiences that are either very similar to what I’ve been through or are similar to what I want to be gives me a chance to participate in my own life, if that makes sense.
I have a playlist of songs titled “💡” that I have connected with in the way I think you’re describing— that is, songs that have touched and shaped me throughout the years in this way.
Ashley: Oooo, we definitely resonate with that visceral foreshortening feeling. I’m both heartbroken and simultaneously feeling less alone that you also feel that. I can’t take it away, but you absolutely have a companion in the abyss in that regard. Do you ever find that that visceral foreshortening influences the way you create? Are there are any artists that make you feel particularly seen there?
Falon: And we will face the day as comrades— I am grateful for the company and I mourn for us. 🤝
I use creation as a means to both express what I am feeling in terms of that grief— the “what if” questions; what if I hadn’t been traumatized? What if things were different? What if I were “better”?— and also to assure myself that I still have the fight in me to look these things squarely in the face. I will never be un-abused, we know that simply can’t happen, but looking back on the log of creations I have made is a balm against the feeling that my life is just a blink. I can hold on to these memories, touch dried paint and ink and be grateful that I have had so much time to Create thus far.
Upon more reflection, the last artwork that made me feel Seen was a short graphic novel by Joshua Barkman (False Knees on socials) called Woven. It’s the story of a creative barn owl, and while I don’t want to spoil it, the end made me weep to again realize that life in service of others is a life in service to self, and that both self-interest and community interest can be one and the same.
Ashley: As am I. I am grateful you made it, that you are alive, that WE are alive at the same time, and that we are leaving evidence behind that we were indeed Here.
I absolutely agree – the only really sustainable interest in this world is the interest where everyone wins a little bit, in my opinion, and as many people come out of it better as possible.
I get the sense that this is an incredible stopping place to an amazing interview – thank you so much for your time and conversation. This was sacred 💛
Falon: Thank YOU my friend! This was incredibly cathartic and I agree, indeed sacred. An absolute honor! 💛
Ashley: You are most welcome!!!
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Falon is a queer, disabled creator who lives in Maryland with their family, including their belovèd husband. They love drawing pet portraits, painting nonsense on walls, and making up impromptu song parodies about their pit bulls. They create in every medium they can get their silly little hands on.
Accounts:
Falon Muire Art on Facebook
@falonmuireart on Instagram
Donation link:
https://ko-fi.com/falonmuireart
Hey, everyone! This is Allēna. I have no idea what to post today and I’ve been up all night trying to find words. Nothing is coming, so have this bullshit instead. I made it for one of Emerson’s headmates, who is from Ohio yesterday.

That’s it. That’s the meme. It’s 4:45 AM and there’s nothing in my brain.
Nothing bad has happened, I am just pleasantly loopy and I have a very precious member of the Zelda system curled up around me. We shall call them Georgia. Georgia and Sheik often share duties in the system and it’s fucking great. I love them both. I think I successfully turned my brain off, too, which is a good thing. I very rarely reach a state where it feels like my brain is off in a way that’s pleasant. Occasionally it feels like it’s off because it’s shoved full of chronic fatigue cotton balls. This is not that. If it were off due to the chronic fatigue, the Georgia cuddles wouldn’t feel half as good as they do.
We also saw Emerson tonight and my headmate Val kissed him. It was odd to watch, since before tonight, I wasn’t sure if she even liked Emerson, but I suppose that’s settled. However, this is not a bad thing by any means. They’re very cute.
Now, here’s hoping the brain turns back on again soon… Until then, it’s eldritch Ohio hours. Hehe.
Stay tuned for more magic!
-Allēna the Incredibly Loopy (and Happy) Super-Admin