Just 40 BlueJays in a Trenchcoat
@justjayslife
🏳️⚧️1/14/22 ,⚔️7/18/23, 🗡tbd Just a fella who wants to live, teach Science and Art, love too many cats, hobbies, and has too too much to do. 🔞 No patience for hate. Tired. Jay of too many trades. I'm just-jays-life everywhere. 🎂 2/14
Warning: blindingly wHite Three years ago to the minute vs. Today. I appreciate all the help I got while I was healing up from surgery. And as I continue to grow and refine this work in progress called my life, I continue to be grateful to the folks who are with me along the way.
Fire in the bathroom this morning. Glad I had lab safety training, and jumped to the fire extinguisher. I may have gone a bit ham with it though....
Please, support your artists, I am open to painting comissions, water color 4×8 starting at $40, 8×10 at $80, and acrylic 5×5 starting at $50, 8×11 at $110, and larger can be negotiated. I can also do mixed media Poster sized starting at $200. I am reasonable, but also in need of money, yesterday.
Welp. I am completely incapable of handling any more shit. I need help. I could do this as a commission, or an exchange of service for $150.00 otherwise my car is gonna get towed in a week. venmo.com/code?user_id...
If you see this post an image you saved because it made you laugh.
Sparta update: just gave him his last dose of antibiotic, anti-nausea medicine, and some chicken wet food. He's back to his usual chattering, rolling in tha nip, sweet snuggly self. Thank you all for following me on this journey, and especially thank you to everyone who helped through my Venmo.
You are welcome to be as specific as you like. How could a visual poet deny the will of a word poet. Let us relish in artistry together.
Beautiful day and a delight to flirt with a beautiful soul.
Today is Trans Day of Visibility day. So, here I am. Sometimes I wonder if it would be different if I was... less visible. But I am still here, today is a beautiful day, and my cats are silly little loves.
Sparta Update: Sparta's CBC looks significantly improved. He is ready to go home when you are able to come pick him up! Baby boy I'm on my way now.
Sparta... Please, my heart can't take anymore. Please get better.
How its started... a pretty rough wooden Lantern, it has an aluminumtop and handle. The glass was cracked so I had already removed it. Taking it apart.
Saw a really cool bird recently. A red-chested Hawk. They just chilling outside my window.
My snowcation project. Full light, low light, full dark.
Such judgment, such grace, such tortitude on that face. Persephone approves.
My great grandmother made my baby blanket (I still have it). Just carrying on the tradition, especially since my family lineage ends here with me.
I venomously *hate* "gender assigned" objects. So I protest with extra-large "chaos balls" of yarn. A child with a blanket from me can find and keep whatever secret favorite color on their blanket that fills their heart with hope, and brings them a small spot of safety in a cruel cold world.
My unremarkable skill is crochet. Bless my great grandmother, friends, and neighbor who spent so much time trying to help a silly, hopelessly, ADHD child to young adult who absolutely needed to have something to do with their hands. Now, I just make rainbow baby blankets for coworkers.
-sigh- it might be past time to get new slippers. I could re-stitch them... again, again.
4 years ago, I decided to live, authentically as myself. This year, has started by throwing punches. Its important to stay visible, stay myself, and stay fighting.