made another hyena plate to replace the cracked one. just finished it this morning

some closeups:

and had a little fun on the back too

Say Hello to me and my big friend down there 😉🍆

Casual reminder ✨🏳️‍⚧️🙌

From @nicothepoet

[Black text on a white background that reads:

my gender is whatever makes me easiest to kill,

my gender is breeding stock, kill all men, can’t you just stay unobtrusive and neutral, the question cut apart in debate chambers, my ragged flesh and bones picked for statistics and arguments by vultures in suits who go home to too-young wives, breathing out my same old screams to useless onlookers sitting in rows, you’re disgusted by my blood on the floor but unwilling to shoot down what’s killing me slowly, what are the magic words i need to say to get you to care that i’m dying, 

my gender is polite young woman in a pantsuit long long dead, forward-thinking and modern, isn’t it funny that she lived as a man, she wanted better opportunities, we dug up the body and passed it around the archives and if you look here you’ll see the place where they cut out the most important parts, so sad to see such irreversible damage, so sad she never had children, so sad she was mutilated, but she was such a trailblazer, the first woman to put a bullet in a state senator’s head,

my gender is a bullet in a state senator’s head, shooting down vultures before they break my sibling’s skin, crippled tranny faggot (triple threat) with a score to settle, with a gash down the center of its chest spitting fire through pharmacy phone lines, never fucked someone who wasn’t an enemy of the state, never was your little girl, sticking around till the bitter end and triple dog dare you to come bash me yourself you bloody-beaked coward, come watch me be the monster you all say i am,

my gender is whatever makes me hardest to kill.]

BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS YOU SCRAPS - transmonstera

[IMAGE ID: left image: "good ones". i will tear you to shreds just like the others. i am not "special" and neither are you" in bold black text on a white background with a black border. a black and white image of a hyena growling is to the right of the text.

right image: "do not think for a second that i am one of the "good ones". i will tear you to shreds just like the others. i am not "special" and neither are you" in bold white text on a black background with a white border. a black and white image of a hyena growling is to the right of the text. END]

I think trans joy and trans rage can coexist!! I am angry at the way I've been treated and the transphobia I've recieved from my family and the lack of support I've ever had and the way things turned out and I'm mournful of the fact I have no support system and I have to hide and that my transition would've been completely different had I been supported. I feel lonely and angry and sad but I also feel trans joy because though I would change my transition being transsexual is such a fundamental part of my identity an there are aspects I love and I'm so grateful and full of love for other transsexuals and the trans community and the fact we exist and thrive. Trans rage and trans sadness and trans mouring of what you could've had does not contradict trans joy and trans love and the beauty of transsexuality

didn't deserve that.

eat ur local transphobe

a few days ago this graffiti alongside other pro trans and/or blasphemous writings on the collaboration wall in the studio were covered. a pro-life message was sprayed in the spraybooth. this is in a liberal state with a large trans student body. it’s fucking disgusting. anyways i made a zine about it, printed it and stuck 20ish copies around the school. i refuse to fall silent

reserved

my wrathful hyena woman, but without her usual companions

Working on some fun stuff this year. Excited to tell you about it, would you like that?

A lil reminder ✨🏳️‍⚧️🙌

New peeker stickers available on 9/16 when my new shop launches! 💙

mean dyke! design I made for shirts

tired of talking about passing so much in trans spaces

im fat, goth, i have a round face and hips and a large chest

im probably never going to pass to cis people

and that's okay

i shouldn't have to shift myself to the cis gaze to be a guy

I was angry when I wrote this book. I poured my trans rage and frustration and grief into this book. But of the many conflicts inside these pages, being trans isn't one of them.

I created a main character that was strong. Relentless. Generous. Clever. Kind. Flawed. Disabled. Trans. I wanted a world where being trans isn't a problem, and the characters could worry about big things, like taking down society instead.

Its unlike anything I've ever written, and defies genres. For that, and the time in my life it got me through, I will always love it.

It's free for the trans rights readathon this week, everywhere but Amazon.