You’re not worth my energy nor the years being shaved off my life from the stress of having to defend My Humanity.
Times are rough, all around. Instead of my regular Grease Bats, I’m sharing some coloring pages that were rejected last month after an editor was “slightly offended” by the images. Enjoy homos!
“I’m the first google result for ‘lesbian stripper’ and I’m so fucking proud of that!”
I’ve become so sophisticated from maxing out on the benefits of staying home, there’s juuust one side effect.
“Ma’am, I can assure you that refusing to wear a mask to protect your community… is not the ‘new’ N-word.”
Spring is my fave season, and Portland does it so well. (Play along with Reine, bingo card included.)
Shop for obscure ingredients in Asian supermarkets so you can replicate your favorite homecooked meals your mother used to make for you, and activate your ongoing transformation from helpless child to adult who knows how to nurture their own inner child.
Maya and Max prepare a social distance surprise that will make you cry, in the good way.
Coronavirus commercials are getting more and more aggressive.
“Thank you for coming to this emergency roommate meeting… I don’t want to be rude but DAMN YOU BOTH.”
What happens when you try to be productive even though you can’t.
You… don’t know what the word “slur” actually means… do you?
It’s been about a month and now your hair has grown. With all the barber shops and salons closed, and with nowhere in public to go, we’re busting out new looks. Here’s what your new choice says about you.
Celeste reconnects with the energy of the universe during quarantine.
It’s a miracle that I figured out how to use Zoom.
“Turn your mic on!”
Baopu shares a little reminder to relax during a stressful time.
Fine. Everything is PERFECTLY fine.
My time has come!
Ayden struggles to find an outfit that proves they’re the cutie they know they are. Gender is such a trip.
Who is that scary guy in the robe, holding a big knife? That would be the Grim Reaper, kiddo.