It Comes With A Heavy Heart To Announce This. Starting April I'm No Longer Operating As A Business And

It comes with a heavy heart to announce this. Starting April I'm no longer operating as a business and therefore will no longer accept any art related work and I need to cease my patron, ko-fi, and shop. I need to focus on me and my family's survival during this time.

The debt I've accrued since starting this business is becoming out of control and there is little incoming earnings from my art that justify maintaining it as a business. I pay nearly $700/mo on debts, my part time job pays roughly $1200/mo, and my art job pays anywhere from $300-800/mo, the higher end being a really good month. ECCC was a good time but I'm now left with just enough to get me through early April. My rent is $1700/mo. I haven't accounted for things like food. My partner is basically bed ridden and we may look into disability benefits for her soon. The math does not make sense and I have fallen behind on payments, because I am focusing purely on survival since the start of 2023. Since roughly September of 2023 I have been the only person with an income, and it has been very, very hard. I simply cannot operate like this anymore and making art feels absurd when everything around me that I've worked hard to maintain simply no longer works. There were promises of better opportunities that simply did not work out. The reality of it is, I have failed and my efforts have become too burdensome.

I will be completing any open work. I will try to fulfill any remaining rewards for Patreon and Ko-Fi. I will be mailing out remaining Kickstarter rewards when I have the income to do so. Everything in my shop must go. Considering the dire need to pay off debts I won't be hosting discounts. Recurring payments in Patreon and Ko-fi are halted as of today, March 20th. I am planning to have everything said and done by the middle of May.

I'm working on getting another job to control payments.

I'm going to still be making art, on my own time, as well as contributing to a personal project by some friends and myself. Maybe I can talk about that soon.

Thank you for your support over the years. Anywhere from liking, sharing, buying prints and my art. Thank you, and I'm sorry.

My shop is here: https://ko-fi.com/mxmorgan/shop

was trying to find body positivity posts for trans guys that look like me and couldn’t. so here’s a post for all the trans guys with wide hips and dad bods. you are hot, you are desirable, and you are doing great

Ain't So Bad

The anxiety ain't so bad when I've got something to do

So gimme the broom, gimme the bottle

I'm in control, hand's on the throttle.

So gimme the pan and gimme the keys

I'm here in charge, nothing's got me.

Cause the anxiety ain't so bad when I've got something to do.

First post on the hellsite, hi everybody!

Knew this day would come.

Anywho, I'll be posting some poetry and story ideas on here, let's see if I can figure out the tagging system.

ATTENTION ARTISTS OF TUMBLR

since tumblr is going to start scraping blogs to train ai be sure to glaze and nightshade your art!! Not only will both of these programs protect your art from being copied but nightshade also poisons any ai that tries to steal it

here is some more info on these tools and where you can download them:

Nightshade: Protecting Copyright (uchicago.edu)

Nightshade: Downloads (uchicago.edu)

Glaze - What is Glaze (uchicago.edu)

Glaze - Downloads (uchicago.edu)

Where

You two hold me tight, hands clasped and it feels right.

Your strength unwavering, your kindness unending

Your loyalty, your gentle hands, with the callouses that don't catch and the claws that never left a mark.

Tell me, how can I not love it all?

You two teach me, to defend and protect and just be.

Your guidance calming, your wisdom all knowing

Your strong hands in mine, your kisses on my crown, the warmth so sweet an ache.

Tell me, how can I not love it all.

But I see your smiles and gestures, I see the emotions behind your eyes.

I see the gems that adorn you,

Ears, fingers, hearts.

I see this immortal love, what warriors and gods and men could never break. Is there a place for me here, in this ode to devotion, this worship of love?

It is an ache in me, for I know I have no place.

I cannot set foot on this holy ground, bringing blasphemy and ruin in my wake.

I would never forgive myself.

I stay in my role, I stay by your sides, but I can't help but wonder;

And I ask, with tears in my eyes

One day, will I be left behind?