I would much rather be represented by drag queens, leather daddies and pups than by petulant cowards afraid of their own reflection. You are talking about people who never had the option of being seen as “normal people who just happen to be gay” and channeled their pain into self expression, community and art. And who are you? You define yourself not in terms of who you are and what you create but in terms of who you are not and what you lack. These people you hate only seem larger than life because your life is too small and insignificant to fit them.
cindy moon redraw from 2021:) old piece is in my archive
so much progress in the last 2 years, i wish i wouldve been posting on here more. this suit redesign is WIP, i dig the webbing ive got rn but the logo could use some work
every now and again i think “surely it can’t be that weird for a child to sort things, it has to be something every child does”
and then i remember that my mother finally had an allistic child after two autistic kids in a row and was baffled and annoyed to find out she couldn’t just keep him occupied by sticking a box of unsorted buttons in front of him and let him sort them
like my mother thought, exactly like i do sometimes, that surely every child must just sit there and sort whatever is in front of them but no, actually, most of my non autistic peers didn’t do this and thought i was a fucking weirdo for doing it
anyway i still struggle to believe that most people don’t find deep enjoyment in sitting there and arbitrarily sorting shit. what do they even do if they need to do data entry? do they just suffer? weirdos.