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original illustration - fashion 4

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you should upload 'monster queer' on 8tracks... if you want to, of course

Done and done!

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Gather 'round for the tale of the apartment horrors I have just escaped!

At the beginning of March, upstairs neighbors' fish tank leaked through their floor and my roommates' ceiling. Landlord came by, said the water was cleaned up, we just needed to open windows and run a fan, not a big deal.

In a semi-basement apartment. In the pacific north west.

I requested the place be inspected for water damage and mold. Landlord said he'd have the upstairs neighbors bring over a fan.

Just... A regular fucking fan.

I sent another request, this time citing local landlord/tenant law. Landlord agreed to get the place inspected.

Over the course of two weeks, we had THREE different inspectors, NOT including the city inspector.

1st inspector said they'd need to open ceiling and wall and deep clean.

2nd inspector said the place had foundation problems and seal around underground walls was cracked.

3rd inspector said they'd need to open ceiling and wall and take out the carpet.

3rd inspectors came in, opened the ceiling and found mold.

As well as asbestos.

(BTW, my maternal grandfather died of asbestos-induced lung cancer.)

So the landlord ~generously~ allowed us to move from that unit to a vacant unit. Which probably also has mold and asbestos.

While this was happening, I was having to take off from work and cancel appointments at my internship to meet inspectors and tenant advocacy groups.

I lost my appetite, barely ate.

Developed new anxiety symptoms: Heart palpitations & shortness of breath.

I found a studio apartment, smaller than any place I've been in so far, shared kitchen, more expensive, but nicer, in a nicer neighborhood. It basically wiped out my savings, but I was able to move out and get my name off the lease.

Landlord is now trying to make upstairs neighbors pay rent on the unit we vacated. He hasn't done any repairs in their unit or that one. They, and my ex-roommates, are lawyering up.

Idk if I'll get any of that deposit back but I'm fucking O U T!

To those of you that bought art from me or gave to my ko-fi, I can't even begin to say how much that meant to me. It really did make a difference.

Hand of Glory

bay laurel

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Dreamed that my maternal grandfather (who is dead) took me to the doctor to get a prescription for testosterone. My doctor was John Oliver and he told me I looked like my father. He gave me a cosmetics set in a dusty rose colored box that had gold lettering that read "Sylvia Plath."

"Memorial for a Moth."

glass jar, moth, cork stopper, candle

"Memorial for Nemo."

glass jar, cat hair, embroidery floss, bone stopper, candle

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Freehand illustrations of French votive candelabras, done as Mother’s Day gifts.

So I’ve scanned the pages of my risographed fashion study zine (you can buy that here)

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Another completed charity commission, this one a surprise gift for an old tumblr friend ;3

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