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“oh you wouldn’t identify as transgender if you hadn’t been exposed to other trans people and learned what being transgender was” you’re right! i’d identify as suicidal

everyone should go watch Big Top Burger by @worthikids because it is extremely baller and epic!!!! 

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Ends the day after Camp Nanowrimom (May 1st).

Toad Words

            Frogs fall out of my mouth when I talk. Toads, too.

            It used to be a problem.

            There was an incident when I was young and cross and fed up parental expectations. My sister, who is the Good One, has gold fall from her lips, and since I could not be her, I had to go a different way.

            So I got frogs. It happens.

            “You’ll grow into it,” the fairy godmother said. “Some curses have cloth-of-gold linings.” She considered this, and her finger drifted to her lower lip, the way it did when she was forgetting things. “Mind you, some curses just grind you down and leave you broken. Some blessings do that too, though. Hmm. What was I saying?”

            I spent a lot of time not talking. I got a slate and wrote things down. It was hard at first, but I hated to drop the frogs in the middle of the road. They got hit by cars, or dried out, miles away from their damp little homes.

            Toads were easier. Toads are tough. After awhile, I learned to feel when a word was a toad and not a frog. I could roll the word around on my tongue and get the flavor before I spoke it. Toad words were drier. Desiccated is a toad word. So is crisp and crisis and obligation. So are elegant and matchstick.

            Frog words were a bit more varied. Murky. Purple. Swinging. Jazz.

I practiced in the field behind the house, speaking words over and over, sending small creatures hopping into the evening.  I learned to speak some words as either toads or frogs. It’s all in the delivery.

            Love is a frog word, if spoken earnestly, and a toad word if spoken sarcastically. Frogs are not good at sarcasm.

            Toads are masters of it.

            I learned one day that the amphibians are going extinct all over the world, that some of them are vanishing. You go to ponds that should be full of frogs and find them silent. There are a hundred things responsible—fungus and pesticides and acid rain.

            When I heard this, I cried “What!?” so loudly that an adult African bullfrog fell from my lips and I had to catch it. It weighed as much as a small cat. I took it to the pet store and spun them a lie in writing about my cousin going off to college and leaving the frog behind.

            I brooded about frogs for weeks after that, and then eventually, I decided to do something about it.

            I cannot fix the things that kill them. It would take an army of fairy godmothers, and mine retired long ago. Now she goes on long cruises and spreads her wings out across the deck chairs.

            But I can make more.

            I had to get a field guide at first. It was a long process. Say a word and catch it, check the field marks. Most words turn to bronze frogs if I am not paying attention.

            Poison arrow frogs make my lips go numb. I can only do a few of those a day. I go through a lot of chapstick.  

            It is a holding action I am fighting, nothing more. I go to vernal pools and whisper sonnets that turn into wood frogs. I say the words squeak and squill and spring peepers skitter away into the trees. They begin singing almost the moment they emerge.

            I read long legal documents to a growing audience of Fowler’s toads, who blink their goggling eyes up at me. (I wish I could do salamanders. I would read Clive Barker novels aloud and seed the streams with efts and hellbenders. I would fly to Mexico and read love poems in another language to restore the axolotl. Alas, it’s frogs and toads and nothing more. We make do.)

            The woods behind my house are full of singing. The neighbors either learn to love it or move away.

            My sister—the one who speaks gold and diamonds—funds my travels. She speaks less than I do, but for me and my amphibian friends, she will vomit rubies and sapphires. I am grateful.

            I am practicing reading modernist revolutionary poetry aloud. My accent is atrocious. Still, a day will come when the Panamanian golden frog will tumble from my lips, and I will catch it and hold it, and whatever word I spoke, I’ll say again and again, until I stand at the center of a sea of yellow skins, and make from my curse at last a cloth of gold.

Terri Windling posted recently about the old fairy tale of frogs falling from a girl’s lips, and I started thinking about what I’d do if that happened to me, and…well…

FURBY HAIR DYEING TUTORIAL

FURBY FUR DYEING TUTORIAL:

Hi everyone! Welcome to my Furby Tutorial! In this specific tutorial we will be dyeing the hair on the Furby’s head and tail (this can also work for maned Furbys). EDIT: THIS TUTORIAL ALSO WORKS ON BODY FUR!!!! Please read the entire tutorial before dyeing your Furby with this method! Thank you!

BACKGROUND KNOWLEDGE THAT CAN HELP YOU: Furbys have synthetic fur. Synthetic = PLASTIC. As you all know, most commercial dyes won’t work on a Furby very well. That is why we are going to use ACRYLIC PAINT to color our Furby! Keep reading!(also plz be aware that Nomi’s hair was dyed prior to this tutorial)

MATERIALS YOU WILL NEED: 1.) A glass of water 2.) A small vessel to mix your paint wash in 3.) Acrylic paint color of your choice (we are using metallic green for Nomi) 4.) A paintbrush (any medium sized flat or round brush will do) 5.) A toothbrush (CLEAN, preferably a clean used toothbrush) 6.) A Furby (thank you Nomi, for being our model and willing participant!) 7.) Paper towels (not pictured but you will need them.) 8.) Hair Dryer (optional but it can be very helpful; also not pictured)

Step One: Wash your hands! This is a great way to start a new art project!

Step Two: Create your wash/“dye”: this part looks daunting but is actually QUITE easy! We are going to make what’s called a “paint wash”- some of you artists may already be familiar with what this is! It’s basically thinned-out paint. What you do is put a tiny bit of paint into your empty vessel (I used about the size of a dime) and add water to it until it becomes a mixture that I slightly more WATER than paint. For me, that was about a dime-sized paint blob with about 3-4 tablespoons of water. You want it to be RUNNY, not thick.

Step Three: Once you have made your wash, it’s time to get that “dye” on your Furb! Take your toothbrush and dampen it with the wash. Tap your wash-soaked toothbrush out on a paper towel to remove excess wash. This step is important because you want your toothbrush WET with paint but not SOAKING wet. It’s best to start out first with a tiny dab of wash to play around with and then work your way up to a more saturated toothbrush.

Step Four: comb your wash through your Furby’s hair. It’s best to have your Furby ready to receive the wash, which means you should part the hair you wish to dye AWAY from the fur you do not wish to dye, so that there is minimal pigment transfer to the fur you do not wish to dye. (Tl;dr-part ya Furby’s hair, y’all)

NOTE: See this hair clumping here? I did this on purpose to show what can happen when you have TOO MUCH wash on your toothbrush. You don’t want this because it can take longer to dry and give your Furby’s hair a matted look. (I mean, if you like this look by all means, go for it! It’s your Furby, my dudes!) If this happens and you don’t like it, just blot with a paper towel, tap off your toothbrush a bit, and continue combing the wash through the hair again!

Step Five: YOUR ROOTS ARE SHOWING?!

This is any easy way to cover roots! Just take your paintbrush and load it with a TINY bit of wash, then dab the wash into the hair roots and continue to comb through with the toothbrush! Ta-daaah!

NOTE: Keep a paper towel nearby cause YOUR HANDS GONNA GET PAINT ON ‘EM.

Step Six: Continue adding the wash into the hair and combing it through until you like what you see!

Step Seven (optional): Use a hair dryer to dry your Furby’s hair! 

This is for peeps who don’t want to wait for the hair to fully dry before they handle their newly-dyed Furb! I also believe that this can help seal the pigment in better, as it’s actually melting the pigment of the paint into the shaft of the synthetic hairs. If you don’t want to use this method, simply put your Furby in a place where they will be undisturbed until they are dry! (Please allow at least ONE HOUR for your Furby to air-dry if you don’t use a hair dryer). While you dry, continue to brush the hair with the toothbrush to get rid of any remaining clumps!

FINAL STEP: admire your work! Well done!!

I hope this helps you guys! You can also use washes to dye eyelashes!!! I’ll be making a tutorial on how I do mine next! Thank you for your time!

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Does anyone else with autism get that brain thing where their mental dictionary just randomly decides to become unavailable? And all you're left with is describing the word or saying close approximations until someone says it for you?

"The big... Cleaner. In that room."

"The washing machine?"

"YES!"

Press Y to honk is now the new press F to pay respects