Huang Yong Ping: 'Serpent d’océan' (2012) 130 meter aluminum sea serpent skeleton sculpture
I would like to share with you all some absolutely raw advice my mom gave me about my anxiety today
got the morbs today.
i’m afraid! i’m afraid of how sick i am, i’m afraid to lose the independence i have left, and i can’t see anything bright in the future. maybe i’ve stopped looking.
but i hurt and i’m tired even though i’ve been sleeping 15 hours every day or more. nothing is interesting or satisfying. just apathy. and a desire for constant distraction.
for a while i thought i was getting better.
i don’t know what to do with all that fear.
Some rando: You should think about stopping your prescription
Me: My pills make me not want to die tho
They: You shouldn’t want to die, that’s not normal
Me: Yeah that’s why I’m taking my pills
Again: But you aren’t the *real* you when you’re on your pills
Me: I’m the alive version of me
An actual doctor, once: “Relying On A Chemical Crutch For A Hormonal Imbalance Denies The Fortitude Of The Human Soul”
Me: Cool so like I’m agnostic
They: “But you might be on pills the rest of your life!”
Me: “So?”
Good! That means that I have a “rest of” my life to continue living!
Thanks to the pills.
Meanwhile, no person ever: “You should think about giving up your insulin/antiretrovirals/beta blockers/anti-rejection drugs/prosthetic legs/daily multivitamin, because using those your whole life is bad for some reason”
Oh no, they do that too.
we-are-not-ok
I have a kidney transplant. A woman once told me she didn’t believe in organ transplants and that people should just die when they’re meant to.
Sounds like a great set-up for a murder
People who are fully healthy, fit and neurotypical seem to think they are that way because they’re doing something right that the rest of us haven’t thought of, and not just because they got lucky
Speaking of the luck of the non-disabled…I once terrorized a Karen who was using me to teach her entitled kid that disabled people are Other and should not be treated with respect. I told her (truthfully) that until I was twenty-eight, I wasn’t visibly disabled. Then a defective chromosome that I hadn’t known about kicked in. So my luck ran out. But until then, I had been normal–just…like…her.
The sheer terror on her face as the concept of “You mean I’ve just been lucky so far?” seeped into her brain was a thing of beauty.
People who are fully healthy, fit and neurotypical seem to think they are that way because they’re doing something right that the rest of us haven’t thought of, and not just because they got lucky
deeksspeaksandsneaks
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“You are one stroke of bad luck, common viral illness, or traumatic event away from being just like me” is honestly the most terrifying thing you can tell an abled person - and you should. I was healthy and fit and doing everything ‘right’ too - right up until some inner switch flipped and my body crumbled right out from under me.
once again thinking about this guy at the pigeon museum who was giving a little presentation about pigeon mating habits or something, and takes one look at me and my partner and immediately goes "oh and pigeons can be GAY, too!!!"
do i talk to my familiars like they’re human people i love, or do i talk to human people i love like they’re birds?
nobody can ever tell who i’m speaking to
put the cake-batter whisk right in the sink without thinking about it. not even a little taste. when did i lose my childlike wonder? the whimsy?
Happy Father's Day to the world's greatest dad!
Meta Solar (Slovenian,b. 1989)
What does the cat know about Gustav?, 2017
acrylic on canvas
POV: you went diving at night and spotted Ordovician nautiloids feasting on a eurypterid carcass, after a while the commotion has attracted the giants, Endoceratids slowly creeping into view
Moon and Sun
Oil on wood, both 11x14"
Ida Floreak 2023
I'll be participating in a sweet little show at Longue Vue House about Dandelions. These two pieces will be featured. Opening March 9 at 4:30 in New Orleans.