Sometimes, I just stop. Not because the day is over. Not because everything’s done. But because I’ve reached my limit. Sensory, emotional, existential—doesn’t matter which. My system throws a little internal breaker switch and suddenly it’s time. Back in the box. It’s not a literal box (though if you told me I could crawl into … Continue reading back in the box…
It finally happened. After weeks of delay, incantations disguised as order confirmations, and whispered pleas into the void of tracking numbers… two of the creatures arrived. But not by mail. Not by courier. Not even via Pop Mart drop. They were hand-delivered by my internet fairy godfather at the sweetest little coffee shop on the … Continue reading Creature Report: Entry 004 – They’re Heeeeere
I’ve worn a version of myself like a costume for so long that I don’t always know who’s underneath it. Some days, I’m just a collection of practiced expressions.A carefully modulated tone.A perfectly timed laugh.A soft nod when I want to scream.A full human suit built to make sure you’re comfortable—no matter what it costs … Continue reading Masking Monday: What Is Masking, Really?
I’m not sure if I’ve reached out in faith or if I’ve simply begun to mourn. I emailed the seller—not with rage or even frustration, but with something softer. Something that lives between hope and grief. Was it a hopeful communication attempt? Or the first stage of goblin-related loss? It’s hard to tell. Time moves … Continue reading Creature Report Entry 003: Is this a customer service séance?
Somewhere in November of 2006, I let something out I hadn’t meant to share—just a breath at first. But it turned into a voice. It wasn’t calculated.It was necessary.And it was brave. I didn’t know what I was doing. I just knew I needed to say something. Anything. Loudly. On the internet. Before I drowned … Continue reading Post 1200: A Love Letter to Every Version of Me Who Hit Publish
I thought the emotional peak had passed. I thought I had ordered the monsters, whispered the affirmations, made peace with my choices, and settled in to wait. But no. The wait has its own chaos. It’s week two of falling down the Labubu hole, and things have escalated in ways I cannot fully explain. I’ve … Continue reading Creature Report Entry 002: Do Not Perceive Me Until Delivery
When I was growing up, I wanted to be a thousand different things depending on the day. Some of them made sense. Some of them were just hyperfixations in disguise. But through all the shifting interests and costume changes, a few constants stuck: I wanted to be my Aunt Sandy. I wanted to be Catwoman. … Continue reading I’m Writing an Advice Column. Ask Me Something Weird and Specific…
I didn’t mean to become a person who collects weird little goblin toys. I’ve long hated Elf on the Shelf and its smug surveillance vibes. I’m more of a Skelly person—a full-sized plastic skeleton who lives in our house year-round. You can’t lose something that big. Though, to be fair, bones do keep falling off. … Continue reading Creature Report Entry 001: Please Be Weird in a Way I Can Love
Unmasking Is Weird For most of my life, I’ve felt fake.Not dishonest. Not deceptive. Just… performed. Like every interaction came with a script I didn’t write but had to memorize to survive. Smile here. Ask that. Tilt your head just so. Don’t talk too much. Don’t talk too little. Don’t stim. Don’t fidget. Don’t correct … Continue reading be yourself, but not like that…
(It's Not a Security Blanket. It’s a Lifestyle Choice.) When I was a kid, I had the blanket. You know the one. Threadbare but beloved. Always slightly damp at one corner. Soft in a way nothing else on earth quite managed to be. I dragged it everywhere—across tile floors, into the back seat of the … Continue reading Blanket Statement
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