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My first commission in oils and I really like it 😁😁

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She has soulful eyes and the most boopable snoot ❤️

Her name is Millie, she's my friend's rescue baby. If you give her treats and belly rubs she is your best friend (the dog, not the human).

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Back hugs are the safest feeling in the world ❤️❤️

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INTRODUCING A PAINTING OF MY CHILD

Sort of.... he's my friend's dog but I love himb so much ❤️❤️

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Wholesome forehead kisses ❤️❤️❤️

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Sapphic love and positivity ❤️❤️

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I've been writing a lesbian fantasy fiction series. I've never even finished a chapter before, and now I have four. ADHD meds are a wonderful, life changing thing.

I'd be honoured if anyone took the time to read this, and even more so for any thoughts ❤

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I want to meet every challenge with strength, grace, and dignity.

That means I go inward, and acknowledge all my rage and sadness and helplessness and fear. I feel them, I acknowledge them, I hold them close until these pieces of me know that it's going to be alright. I'm still here.

I will not push these things into someone else for them to carry, the same thing that was done to me. Because then there's just one other person out there, weighed down and hurt, with nothing solved or healed.

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My first go at an oil portrait 😊

No matter what path I choose, I am acutely aware I am losing something. One path loses friends, one path loses the precious remaining moments left in the life of my grandfather, and both lose a deep connection with people I have grown to love here. My heart will break no matter where I go. So how do I choose?

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I am grateful for whatever role I get to play in your story.

During this oilsketch I sunk into the feeling that everything has a ripple effect on everything else. No two objects collide without irrevocably changing each other. My story is my story, but it is one drop among billions. I am awestruck that I have walked through so many other narratives.

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A trans remembrance day short story:

Imagine you were born a duck, in a world full of crocodiles. "Oh my god, a duck! That's so unnatural!" The crocodiles say, bearing their sharp teeth. Some of them tell you "why would you choose to be a duck? Why are you trying to make things harder for yourself?" Even though you didn't choose this - you were born this way. You know the crocodiles have killed other ducks before, beaten them, left them for dead. Being a duck is dangerous.

So you try and you try to be a crocodile, you dress like them, act like them; but everytime you do you feel pieces of yourself fading away.

So, do you live your life as a crocodile, never really feeling alive, or do you be yourself, knowing it makes you a target from those who have decided to hate you without knowing a single thing about you?

There aren't any statistics available in Australia for the rate of trans deaths, because often, on the paperwork, they only acknowledge the gender a person was assigned at birth. I do know that trans people are 4 times more likely to experience physical and sexual assault than the general population, despite representing less than 3% of the population.

I know that I've witnessed unsolicited, aggressive behaviour towards trans women in public for no apparent reason other than a man feeling somehow threatened by the existence of another person who has absolutely nothing to do with him.

I promise you that you know or have met a trans person without even knowing it. So be careful who you choose to hate and hurt; it's probably somebody you love.

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Anxiety is a rolling thunder only I can hear.

I'm waiting for a great implosion. Im braced against an undefined approaching apocalypse of my life: some force attracted to the relative peace I've found. An inevitable chemical reaction that I can't stop.

I'm standing at the precipice; a convergence of every Bad Thing and memory and action and word and someone is going to get hurt. And there will be nothing I can do to stop it. I'm not ready for more pain and hurt. Not yet. Not yet.

I'm scared. And so, so tired.

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Raindrops on my windshield ❤

I get tired. And sad. I want to scream. I am so aware of how things have changed and yet I can't stop the passage of time.

The weeds we refuse to pull out overgrow our paths and we get lost. We were not supposed to get lost.

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My auntie sent me a message the other day: "I really hope you know how good you are."

I felt so humbled.

My best friends tell me they love me and how well I'm doing, all the time.

I am very lucky.

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I am like the moon

I, too, glow on borrowed light

And you are my sun

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Why can't I just be here to love?

I just want to "see" people. Where they're at, where they might have been, where they hope to go. If we cross paths only for the briefest of moments I want people to know they are seen and important. Even if they've already decided I am less because of who I am, I want to love because love is the seed of change.

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I hear music when I sleep. It's not from anywhere I've heard before. Maybe it comes from my brain. Maybe my mind tunes into another beautiful place. I don't know. But lately, the violin is heavily emphasised. I don't have the skill to replicate what I hear and the melodies fade. So I decided to paint a violin instead.