BlackHeart Biohazards

I’ve just been thinking about how antis prioritize their comfort over my healing when they come onto my blog and demand I cater to what makes them feel safe instead of curating their experience.I have a bunch of art ideas that I want to build my skills up to do well that are just – very graphically showing off my trauma. The title of one, a painting being the medium, is “I didn’t get to look away”. Because of antis demanding I censor my own experiences, coping, and the way I’ve taken the volcanic ash left in the wake of what was done to me and let it fertilize the soil and grow dark and wild, twisted and beautiful things.Because they demand the things that help us cope as receptive, passive things – other people’s works – be relegated to a small dark hidden corner of the internet that is near inaccessible, if at all.Ooh I thought of another title, “Being mad is not the same as doing something about it”. I think that’s a 3d medium, marble probably. Anyway I’ve left details out because the actual details of the art may be triggering and didn’t want to traumadump so much as relate via shared experience. I will make people acknowledge the reality, not just the theory, of what I went through, via art. And if they still refuse, I still screamed it until my voice went numb. I will have done my part.