Nice to meet ya! This was last updated on Oct 14th 2025
If you're here because of my art IRL, or because we've been mutuals for years, or because I reblog (and sometimes even post) cool shit, welcome!
I'm an artist, a published poet, founder of Misprint, and the local zine guy. Catch me doing cool shit sometimes.
[Info, disclaimers, and ""DNI"" under the cut]
There's some ways I work here, so I wanna make those ways clear before you get too deep:
On this website, I am the least censored and most nuanced that I can get online. I refuse to get into debates about it. Work on your distress tolerance. Some folks reallyyy need to. But also, if you don't like something I post, feel free to unfollow! No worries, the internet literally isnt real 🧡
I do tag various general triggers as they come up, but I dont tag most things. This blog is for me, and I'm not really trying to appeal to an audience here. I keep a general theme of my interests and I'm not into any fandoms. I like movies (artsy ones, cult classics, and shitty ones), weird music, art and art history, pushing limits, and other stuff.
Im totally open to making friends (or reconnecting old friendships if we lost touch!) but I'm also SUPER busy, so if I drop off the face of the earth for a sec, it's not a you thing.
I don't have a DNI. If I don't like you or your stuff, it's probably a case by case thing. Though, I don't think my blog is safe for minors and I don't feel a need to make it so. So, DNI if you're under 18 or act like a child.
I also don't feel a need to list all of my identities for the sake of others comfort. If I reclaim something or speak about an issue, assume it's because it affects me. Im not going to give my life story to people so they can feel better about me existing. And there's parts of me you'll never see here. Assume that I'm bigger than what you know about me, I'll be doing the same for you.
walking into a fandom focused convention wearing a shirt that reads “I AM NOT AMUSED BY JOKES WHERE WHITE CHARACTERS USE AAVE” and getting my throat torn out for it probably
we gotta get back to torrent distribution, i just watched someone eat eight grand in bandwidth charges because they ran a direct-download piracy site with local file hosting through cloudflare. torrents were invented literally for this exact reason
i have a file or folder on my pc that i want to share with other people. let's call it gayshit.mp3
unfortunately gayshit.mp3 is 750mb and im not paying for discord nitro so i need another way to send it
i put it into qbittorrent and it makes a torrent file. this is essentially a very small file that points to gayshit.mp3 so other computers can find it. kinda like a treasure map
i send this tiny file to my friend, who loads it into qbittorrent. their computer takes a moment to find mine over the vast expanse of cyberspace and then (as long as my pc is running and the file is still where it should be), it gets copied from my hard drive to theirs
this is the cool part: if somebody else loads that tiny file, they can download it from both of us. if i'm offline but my friend is on, the third person can still get it. this also means that if two people have separate halves of the file, they can download the other half from each other. as long as some combination of people have the pieces between them, they can all have the whole thing.
crucially this does not require a server!!! you can just upload the file to a few people and as long as they keep it, it's still accessible. as long as somebody, somewhere is still connected, it's available forever. the only way it goes away is if everybody disconnects from it.
some hyper famous artists like Van Gogh transcend overratedness and become underrated because they're so normalized. Like I'll look at a van Gogh and I'm like wait this really is amazing you guys don't get it
Once you start noticing how the incapacity to handle discomfort affects how people live their lives it's actually pretty shocking how it ruins pretty much every conceivable aspect of existence. Interpersonal relationships, romantic and platonic. Career and education opportunities. Your politics Your willingness to go anywhere. The kind of food you eat. The kind of art you expose yourself to and your ability to read it. It's never just one thing, it touches everything, and once you notice it it's like suddenly being able to see germs or something. Just this horrific catastrophe people look at you askance for screaming about. As I grow older and see what became of my friends and peers who could not learn to handle discomfort, the more I'm like. This is a genuine societal issue