A digital illustration of two japanese lesbians flirting in a queer underground bar in the 80s. One of them wears a blue jacket, the other a suit, while in the background there's liquor and a multitude of little stickers and illustrations of lesbian and queer marks.

The full illustration I did for @taplingzines.bsky.social "We've Always Been Here"

The zine depicts queer couples throughout cultures and history and I had the honours of portraying a Japanese lesbian couple in an underground bar during the 80s✨

#queer #lesbians #illustration

in general im very happy i can do laundry consistently throughout the week + wash our sheets regularly without there being some kind of passive aggressive warfare wrt: my parents constantly doing laundry, leaving their shit in the washer for hours, but getting mad if i push their stuff aside

we had to use some kind of DIY “organic” mix or w/e and while i guess it. cleaned. i guess? oh my god theres a difference in how nice our clothes smell/feel

not something i want to post on main but its. weird. and revolutionary? to actually be able to wash our clothes/sheets with actual detergent now? lmao?

so hypothetically i could text “bed? you noted an air mattress and the date you bought the air mattress for whatever reason but not the fucking bed????” but i do not have the energy. for her. rn.

she sent me a 111 point list of every object were getting. down to “cough drops” (ok)

it doesnt list our bedframe or mattress.

its literally this. its literally fucking this and it makes me so fucking mad.

im restorting to not replying unless she prompts me with a question i literally can not ignore but this sucks bc there is shit i would Like to ask about, but cant bc itd prompt a rant

"characters in tv shows are too self aware now! every emotional convo is like "i guess i yelled at you earlier because i never processed dad leaving" no!! no!!! flush someone's blood pressure medication because they called you lazy."

cannot stress enough how much this tweet is not only my guiding star for character writing but also the only thing that enables me to write conversations at all

consistently carrying 20-50 lb boxes and bags up three flights of stairs almost daily? oh yeah. lmao

my arms are going to be fucking insane after this. if anything.

very Cool to be my parent’s trash compactor. very Cool and Great to have them shove a bunch of their food waste at me that we can not fucking store because theyre wanting to clear out freezer space. Very Awesomeeeeeeee.

this is a monkey’s paw moment.

gremmy just seeing the state of the mess she left in the truck and going “i need to smoke” is the fucking mood right now.

“please bring our groceries”

I ASKED FOR A CEASAR SALAD MIX. NOT SIX SEPARATE THINGS OF FROZEN CHICKEN.

“wow im so glad i dont need to be constantly anxious bc of my parent’s food hoarding!”

(my mom dumps six freezer bags of random fucking bullshit on us)

they certainly fucking left but oh did they certainly fucking cram shit in the most inconviemt way possible

they dropped off the truck but i dont know if they left. i want them to leave. i have to walk circles around the area they parked to gauge if they have left without getting spotted

this is the stupidest shit ever dude

“the dogs are stressed because you’re not there. they keep looking for you 😢”

yeah well why is that. why Do they have to keep looking for me. why Did they have to watch me leave the house yelling and screaming at you while you shielded them away from me saying i was a “threat”

"i photographed your boxes in case you need it for documentation" JUST GIVE ME OUR STUFF. PLEASE. GOD.

getting to me how i cant get an emotional response out of literally either of my parents. everything said to me during this has been some kinda "well actually u see 😲👆" essay/rant. yes i understand its a part of his estate. yes i know the meaning. stop referring to me as split from my partner.

going to go to gremmy and be like "ah well actually that Chair you're sitting on and have sat on for five years is My Chair legally. did you forget its My Chair. Seperately."

great. awesome. cool. we're getting that furniture. now you fucking admit that you didn't even buy it (my grandfather did) despite threatening that you did. and you do it with a passive aggressive quip about not wanting gremmy to have anything that WAS GIFTED TO HIM. ORIGINALLY. WITH YOUR CONSENT.

"any items from [my grandfather]'s estate such as furniture, whether furniture or household items, belong to you, separately."

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goddddddddddddd dude

asking for financial help in relation to a situation tied to financial abuse that has centered me as a greedy ungrateful inconsiderate person is scary but i am doing it.

lrp: coughs there it is. goes and hides in a hole now

also got made at me for posting “porn” (see: purely romantic gay homestuck shipping fanart i reblogged)

(was outed when he was 13 because my mom was mad i didnt cut my middle school gay crush off and kept a tumblr account behind her back. so she found the account, printed my fanmail history between me and my crush, put it in a binder, and then made me read it out loud to her in the living room)