Their Name Was Nex. They Were 16. And They Deserved To Live.

Their name was Nex. They were 16. And they deserved to live.

Nex is dead because they were attacked for being in the bathroom they were legally required to use in Oklahoma.

Look at that face. They were a BABY, and they deserved so much better than what they got.

And.

I'm so exhausted, y'all. I'm so fucking tired.

I'm invisible every fucking day, everywhere I go. I just had a half hour work conversation about fixing HR processes to NOT USE MY FUCKING DEADNAME and. Like. What is the fucking point of trying to educate people in a world where adults refuse to accept responsibility for the death of a CHILD, for the crime of having to pee while non-binary.

It all feels so cruel and pointless.

fucks me up that by total coincidence the sun and moon's size difference is exactly matched to their difference in distance from us, thus making our beautiful total solar eclipses where you can see the silver threads of the sun's corona possible because the moon just covers the sun completely

The stars (literally) aligned just right for this experience to be possible. It's likely that aliens don't have this

happy old gnoll

I'm so fucking close to being finished with the second draft of my novel, except the only real remaining is something I fucking hate doing so I shit myself in the foot and left it for last.

God dammit.

THE SECOND DRAFT IS FINISHED

Like to be real I could fuck around with it forever, but I went through a whole-ass editing PROCESS and I'm really happy with it. Also, while this is the fourth novel I've written, this is the first time I've ever completely finished a second draft, so damn that feels good.

A very curious octopus.