what if humans lost all their skin every winter and walked around as skeletons and the trees get pissed when they have to rake all our skin off their lawns
how high are you
|Bee:||Hi there friend! How are you today? I'm just doing my job, pollinating flowers and all, no need to be afraid of me, I'm just happy I get to enjoy this wonderful weather with you.|
|Wasp:||Oh hey motherfucker, wanna go? I swear I will kill any cunt stupid enough to get 3 feet near me, I can sting you, and it will be the nastiest feeling you've had in awhile. Buzz Buzz, asshole. Bet that hurts doesn't it? Stupid fuck.|
I really debated posting these—they are, after all, ridiculous. But I took them because they made me feel good. I spend a lot of time being exposed and touched as part of my illness, and never on my terms. So I decided to expose and represent myself my way.
There are pretty strict rules about who gets to be sexy. Most of the time, as a conventionally attractive average sized white cis girl, I fall pretty well within the bounds of visual acceptability. But today I’m covered in electrodes. My illness is suddenly extremely visible and my body is no longer acceptable. Medicine objectifies and desexes me and culture ignores me. So, fuck that. I’m representing myself. Sick is femme too.
Also, enjoy my boobs I guess.
You are amazing.
SICK IS FEMME TOO is my new motto.
This is beautiful. Brings back memories.