oh and I doodled Weekend as toony practice.
In my Gender & Media course there are two other nb people and we all sit on the same row and groan when people say cissexist things and make a point to correct people when they say “gender” when they mean “sex”, I feel like I’m part of a superhero team
Every single person has their own understanding of what it means to suffer, and one form of suffering will never invalidate another form of suffering, and I feel like if we were all to just understand that this website might be a little less toxic.
trying to support an opinion on deviantart
actually trying to make points, trying hard not to reach the point of calling people names, trying not to fit that stereotype of the nonbinary that calls everyone scum and tells people to die, really don’t want to be that, but want to make my point….
get told I’m going through menopause?? get told to take a xanex? get told “shh bb calm down”
people are shit i’m crying
don’t even call someone a cutesy pet name in order to belittle them, that’s fucking awful.
annnnd here’s a quick sketch of a commission I’m working on
someone tell me what the fuck is up with that raised arm and how the hell do I foreshorten