Cassie Q

This beautiful poem was written by another talented friend of mine, inspired in my drawing and the inner beast we share. Bones by Tacita Woods I want I want the building blocks that are you, The ones you so frivolously flaunt, Carelessly with an insouciant swagger you glide by I would build upon those blocks Ten stories high Stamped into my bones Would be all that is real and powerful Tattooed and marked On you, so beautiful but empty and unaware. #unmarked

It is my belief that a supportive family is the greatest privilege someone can have. While mine never lacked in love, my folks have always struggled with chaos - orderly people who don't like things to be out of place and would rather deny what can't be fixed than to look at it. It's interesting how it works for people with disabilities, we usually come from abled families who had no clue their kid would turn out to be so completely different from what they expected, and the

Today I wanted to talk about how hard it is to have a disability in Brasil, particularly one that comes from a progressive condition. Because chronic illness apparently is so easily forgotten that the law didn't even predict our existence, and when I apply over and over for financial aid, the interviewer wants a date, they need the date of when I became disabled, and I try to explain that I don't have a date, that I just grow a little more disabled every day, but the law need

Thirst By Brenda Ovando You. with giving words whispering validations into my ear oh baby, let me drink you down deep let me get drunk on the brief contact we keep when we are apart the precious liquid of your essence warms this lonely love i will mold yearning into something concrete please, just one more drink. #love #sex

This comic is my attempt to express the feeling of being a glob. I don't always feel completely unable to control my body but it does happen every now and then, specially if I'm tired or cold, and it's a very frustrating moment and also really embarrassing if it happens in front of others. I guess it's kinda hard to explain, which is why I drew it, and it's really just a body that randomly decided to be a pudding and that is that. I should probably clarify that I don't really