
Disabilities And The Chastity Belt
If you're a person with a visible disability then you're no stranger to the general assumption that you don't have sex, not now and not ever, and that consequently, you have no clue what the grown ups are even talking about at any grown up party you happened to get stuck in. This was difficult to post because, among other reasons, I no longer relate to this Cassie, and probably should have posted this many moons ago. Truth is, at the time of this drawing, sex wasn't available

The Giving Tree Is A Mother
For a long time in my life I felt deeply troubled by the burden put on my mother when she unknowingly gave birth to a child who, by simply being alive, would forever use every single drop of her life energy. Just like everything else related to my disability, in my family this was never consciously thought about, only vaguely implied, dislocated hints at my villainy, the devilishness inherent in me, never to be admitted in a conversation - maybe because crimes without a crimi

On A Far Away Galaxy...
I drew this back in August, right at one of the lowest points of my life (so hard to choose the lowest!), and I was so deeply depressed that afterwards I went months without drawing not even a little, because I felt like I was too pathetic to be drawn about, which doesn't make a whole lot of sense but there you have it. So if you ever feel that way, know you are not alone, although knowing that doesn't really help now, does it? #love #selfloathing