So I turned in my application for a place yesterday, then they told me to wait 24-72 hours for it to process, then I need to wait an extra week for shit to actually be confirmed…. This waiting is killing me. I hate this. I’m sad all the time and unsure about EVERYTHING….

En serio tho,

Kisses on the cheek from cute boys after a hard day make EVERYTHING better. I may have FINALLY found a new place, but let’s see what happens.

Chillin’ with my Trans-masculine homeboys, listening to them talk about things and stuff, when I catch myself thinking “oh dang, I gotta be better prepared for cramps!” 🙊

In between viewing apartments today…

I’ve come to the grand decision that I look damn good in short-shorts. Let it be known that I, Tezozomoc Martínez, have kick ass legs ⚡️


queer authors: make all your characters queer. every single one of them. leave no room for alternate cishet interpretations. make straight people uncomfortable. let them cry about how unrealistic it is that no one is cishet. bottle their tears and pour them over your morning pancakes. savor the taste of their discomfort.


Gay nerds make the world a better place. Yesterday was really fun, after all that cryin’

Well! Guess who cried big sopping wet anime tears all morning, stopped, opened a box full of donuts his brother bought on Thursday or Friday, was overcome by emotion, and started crying again?


Got this rad pin last Sunday.


Got this rad pin last Sunday.

Tomorrow morning (today, I suppose) my brother and his partner are starting their journey out of the state. I am incredibly happy for them! Words cannot convey just how much I love and appreciate them and I cannot wait to see the amazing art they will create in their new city. Such talent, very artists, much feelings. I’m gonna miss my big brother—and I just got a little rush of the feels after typing that! I’m very proud of him and extremely thankful for the time we shared; for all that he’s taught me. He’s gonna do a lot of good work out there in his new town, he’s gonna do great—and I’m gonna miss him.

The cat’s sitting on my lap in the empty living room, and it all feels very real now. This weekend has been intense—sentimotional feelings over big changes, apartment viewing, crazy hours at work (worked until midnight tonight). I know I’m not gonna sleep tonight. Tomorrow’s gonna be good, we’re all gonna be alright. We’re all gonna do good. It all feels right.

All I’m lookin’ for is a little rinconcito to call my own.