They/Them Milo 23/ I'm so so tired all the time
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i feel like this is exactly how i sound when i post on here
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*looking for a midnight snack* *gets flashbanged*
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I think it would be fun if Papa V turned out to be Copia's twin who died and came back wrong but still a little bit silly.
Based partly on that artwork that's been floating around + extrapolations from the tour poster.
Bonus:
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government wants trans people to detransition so here’s them chasing me to hot glue my bazoinkers back on
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FOUND BABY TERZO AND COPIA ART ON MY IPAD
tip jar! 🦇
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i was at a restaurant last week, watching the political ads on the TV between sports games. one from the trump campaign ended with the slogan “kamala is for they/them. trump is for you”. it was vilely clever - and it made a clear statement about who was the enemy, the other, the unwelcome, in trump’s great america. i thought about how the right had gone all-in on transphobia this election season, and i hoped it was a gamble that would cost them.
this week has been a gut punch, and i’ve been feeling a lot of things - rage, fear, grief, and subspecies of those emotions. what i kept coming back to, though, as i digested these feelings, were the people i love. my queer friends. the trans kids in my community. the people who, already, are losing their rights to bodily autonomy, state-by-state. the way that i’ve had to start looking at our country as a fucked up patchwork of safe and not-safe. the way that access to medical care, increasingly, changes depending on which side of an arbitrary border you’re on. i’m also realizing the ignorance and privilege it is to only think of our country this way, now. america has always been about picking and choosing who deserves rights, who we consider a person. but, despite the deep-seated flaws of this country, i live in it. so do so many people i love. and that’s what I keep coming back to: the people i love, and my desire to protect them. at the very center of all the rage and hurt and anxiety and sorrow i’m feeling, is a deep, perilous love. i am holding onto that love. i hope you are, too.
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a day late to my 6 years on t anniversary ✨🏳️⚧️ a short comic about looking back
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She is NAKEY! Get her some clothes!!!
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