I hope everyone is doing well and having a lovely pride month.
Life here is busy but good. My family's company is doing well and we've welcomed two little kittens into our midst that have been making each day so much brighter.

New commission slots are coming, as well as a batch of gachapon adopt eggs that I've been working on. If you want to see more updates of my art, since I only really put my "furry" and fandom stuff here, you can follow me on tumblr or instagram.

Life and Pride month thoughts ahead, feel free to skip.
I'm doing a lot of introspection lately. I've "lost" (read: cut out) two very close friends fairly recently. One at the beginning of 2018, and one this month. Both of them were people I'd known since 5th grade. That's 15 years of friendship. The first was easy - we'd simply drifted apart ever since we moved to different towns, and I realised that our sparse meetings were always instigated by me and rarely particularly enjoyable. We talked about fixing things a lot, but nothing ever changed. When I stopped reaching out, we simply didn't talk anymore.
The second was harder. It was a friend I'd lost sight of for a while before we reconnected a few years ago. He was one of the first openly LGBT friends I'd ever had (came out to me as trans when we were sixteen). Sometime in February of last year, he reached out to me to talk. He'd been severely depressed for a while and wanted a friend. I made a promise to him that we'd spend more time together again and he was happy. Little did I know that once again, I would be the only one to ever reach out. In the beginning, it sorta worked. We talked a lot more. Sometime in summer of last year, he told me he was truscum. He used the word himself, or I wouldn't be using it. But he doesn't believe in anything other than the binary gender system, to condense it all down. We talked about this a lot too. But I think it broke my trust in him, ultimately. I couldn't enjoy being around him, not while knowing exactly what he thought of people like my significant other and so many others. And he wouldn't listen to anything I told him, all the while not deeming me worthy of replies to texts when he wasn't feeling down. When life was good, I didn't exist. I've blocked his number now.
I'm so tired of exclusionism in our community. Xialthia and I's 4th anniversary is this month. That is what I want to be thinking about, instead. Hug the ones you love, make them feel safe and welcome and important. Let our brothers and sisters and nonbinary siblings in the LGBT community know that their identities are valid, and that they are worthy of love. Empower each other. Bake a cake, I dunno.

If you're truscum or a terf or whatever, unfollow me now. Anyone making nasty comments will be blocked.