Cats are hilarious.

Rogue: [sitting in window box, looking somewhere else]
Me: [on couch next to window box, looks at her] Meow-meow!
Rogue: [slowly, reaaaaaally slowly, turns head and just looks at me, like, "... What?"
Me: [cracks up]

I don't know why she makes me laugh so much, but she does.

Art Post: Shit I've done on Art Academy for DSi.

( Just a few of my favourite pics I've done on Art Academy... )

Open Letter:

Dear Nerd-Boys of the World,

I am not your manic-pixie-dreamgirl. I am not your Goddess, your princess, your muse nor your sexual fantasy come real. I am not your Pygmalion's Statue come to Life.

I am not here to make you happy. I am not here to fix your problems. I am not here to hug you when you need a hug. I am not here to laugh at your jokes. I am not here to erase the cracks in your privilege because you are not a physical ideal. I am not here to prove to the world that you're a Real Man Too.

I will not smile when I don't feel like smiling. I will not pretend to like you. I will not quietly ignore the bad things you say.

I do not dress provocatively for your audience. I do not live to please you. Sometimes I do not have time for you. Sometimes I do not want to see you. Sometimes I disagree with you.

Just because I like nerdy things does not mean that we are Meant To Be. It also doesn't mean that I'll be automatically attracted to you nor interested in things you say.

Just because I might smile or laugh at a joke, doesn't mean I want to fuck you. If I want to fuck you, you will know about it. I'm *very* straightforward. Avoiding your kisses or being alone with you? A GOOD sign that I do not want sexual congress.

I'm tired of the constant strain of being a Good Woman. Of never saying no to a man, of never speaking up when I'm uncomfortable or put-upon. Because I listened to the Kyriarchy and obeyed the rules of Good Womanhood, I was assaulted. You can understand if I say, "Screw those fucking rules" and march to the beat of my own drum. Cause I'm absolutely through with being this Favoured Pretty Woman of Nerd-Boys everywhere. It's a shit job, because I always disappoint people by being, you know, human. And I'm constantly hurting from the ill-fitting role. It chafes. I don't like it. I just want to be me.

Do you know who I am? Really? Close your eyes. Forget about my looks. My legs, my boobs, my eyes, my stupid laugh. How do I feel about my parents? What pets do I own? What is my favourite TV show? Outside of Doctor Who? What are my dreams? What do I really want out of life? I talk about it often enough.

Forget about how I'm supposed to make your life better. Cause if you made that dream without me, it's an impossible one.

Let's replace the Manic-Pixie-Dreamgirl, the Nerd-Woman-Who-Always-Understands-You, the Dream Made Real. Look at me. The REAL me. The me behind the hair, the make-up, the nerd-glasses, the glamour shots.

I'm a fucking good artist. I want a brilliant career. I want to bring my art to the world. I want to share how I see the world, and I want to teach others how to find their inner artist.
I'm a writer, with a head FULL of stories. I want to tell those stories. I want to meld my worlds of fantasy and delight with the world I live in, and see if it resonates with anyone.
I'm a comic artist and I want to learn the art of combining pictures with the written word. It's not an easy artform. I want to master it (I never will, but I'd like to try).
I'm a person fighting for social justice.
I'm embarrassingly obsessed with my pets, and there's not taking that away from me.
I'm a woman who loves her family and will always put them first.

I'm talented, I'm driven, I'm brave, I'm tough and I am fucking THROUGH with fitting in with some fauxgressive Nerd-Boy fantasy. I'm a person first. A human being. If that's too hard for you to swallow, then forget about trying to befriend me. It's just not going to work.

Regards,
Napalm Nacey.