Happy Birthday @scyllakone.bsky.social 💜

Feels really cool to be building signature looks and numbers for drag performances. Just hella neat-o

I’m so excited to be moved and in my new library/workspace so I can start making things again and also reading/writing!

But it’s deeply telling how much I’ll throw myself into helping others and then end up drowning. While I watch others who take and take and take get everything they need

I don’t help people to be helped in return.

My friends are really cute. I love them.

(I want to steal Calli’s look but she’s lucky I’m big and short)

Insomnia is back baby

This is what happens when I don’t do drag for a month

I wish I could not make plans with people and wait for them to want to see me but I wanna be around people I love constantly and I’m starting to get depressed about it

And I already broke a promise to myself…

Why is it when I have money instead of not touching it, I must instantly buy myself A Little Treat

Maybe someday. Not today. And I’m not really trying so it’s okay. Just an interesting thought to have been single for 14 years…

I’m a little melancholic to think I’ve never had “a Valentine” in my adult life. Like I’m not bitter/mad about it and I love seeing couples who are full of joy enjoy the day. But I do be sad I’ve never had the experience.

I am no longer asking nicely: someone remove my uterus and my sinuses they cause 80% of my pain

When I get settled in my new place and fix my sewing machine it’s over for you how’s (I have new costume designs I wanna start on and some I wanna finish)

Hoping it’s a grand new adventure.

We’re moving in with a friend. Who already has a place. So it’s fine. Nothing crazy. But it’s just wild that I’ll no longer live in the place I’ve lived the second longest in my life.

Pretty sure we are moving. Like it’s not a big deal but I have lived in this house for like…4 years. So it’s sucks. But I’m gonna start packing things up once rommie sees the new place and we are decided.

Diva I am livid.

If I wanted a job to shit on me, I would have stayed at spectrum cause at least I made good money.

Otherwise, have fun. I am not doing this fucking shit.

You’re about to promote someone who has been part time and doesn’t drive. I think you can work with me.

You are not taking my creative outlet or my aggression outlet from me because you don’t wanna work with my schedule

My job is not my life and I will step down from being a fucking keyholder and take the dollar pay cut if this shit continues.

Or I can crash out because my boss already changed my schedule and made me miss the one open stage I WAS doing and now scheduled me on a Thursday (which I have never had in my availability) to close over the open stage I jumped on to make up for it

Rhinestoning a fireball jersey to use for a dirt bag/boyband look for mizer

After brunch tomorrow, I need to just sit the fuck down and rhinestone some shit. I got a priest robe that needs my attention

Oh Jesus and I gotta get up early to go to brunch to watch bestie twirl. Lord have mercy what a weekend

I did it but that shit was rough.

The rest of the show was fucking perfection. I love burlesque so much and getting to celebrate black art is joyous. All cbus entertainers should be going to this fest!

Being at a show where one entertainer is literally just an awful person so you have to grip your stim toy and disassociate so you don’t make stank face at them is a feet