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                 Hi everyone, this is my first post which may be the first of many, or not! It’s entirely possible i just completely forget about this blog, though I hope i dont. Im not really sure what else to add, though I mostly plan to use this to share my own experiences, thoughts and I hope people actually do see this. It can feel very suffocating and powerless to be a trans girl and a teenager and id like to have some space to talk about things outside of my art, why you may ask (I know for a fact you did not ask.) Art is hard and good and you present it in a serious somber gallery hopefully and you spend time and energy making it. I do (not) feel like spending time and energy to make an art oeice simply to represent whatever bullshit im thinking this morning so that will be this.

  

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