RoSalarian

A little dog danced around Val’s feet, nipping at her ankles and tearing holes in her stockings. “Oh, Mitsi. Stop that,” Patty Young scolded as she carried a tray of sandwiches over to the dining room table. Between the plates and the tea cups were piles of forms and samples of new products. Val hoped the meeting wouldn’t last long. Patty could be very intense and pushy, and Val needed to spend part of her Sunday doing laundry. Everything in the house was pink, from the carpe

"The paradox of tolerance" is a philosophical concept that posits that by extending tolerance to the intolerant, those intolerant people will just end up hurting the people that the tolerant want to protect. Fighting monster DOESN'T make you a monster yourself. The tolerant standpoint is that IF you leave us alone, we will leave you alone. If that social contract is broken, then we get to fight back. For the fascists, the mere EXISTENCE of certain types of people is a problem

I have... a lot more thoughts about this, and originally I wrote them down, but I'm just gonna let the work speak for itself. In summary, trolley problems suck, but avoiding making the choice just means somebody else has to. You can't always expect other people to do it for you, though, and you need to start thinking about what you're willing to do to protect justice in the world, even if that world is far from ideal.

This kill feels... different somehow.

Well, shit.

The rest of the week went more smoothly, and the weekend was Val’s to use as she pleased. Jane had invited her over. Though it was just a casual lunch, Val wore a knee-length, full skirted taffeta dress, dark blue with pink flowers. She relished in the feel of nylon stockings sliding up her legs, clipped into her garters and nestled into pink satin heels with bows on the toes. She wore her hair down, and completed her look with eyeshadow #44 “Coconut” and lipstick #10 “Petal

In this fictional world, they kept making old-school milk cartons. They're made of, like, 100% PFAS though.

Rose has electricity now!

If you can't think of any other reason to stay alive, consider spite. Don't ever do the fascists' job for them.

It was foggy when they arrived for the first day of work, a thick, heavy blanket of vapor that obscured the narrow, winding road and made them late. Dorothea seemed not to notice the time, and greeted them at the door in a sweeping black nylon nightgown with a matching chiffon peignoir, her hair hidden beneath a gold turban that matched her slippers. There was not a thread out of place, not a wrinkle or tear or speck of dirt. So much attention was given to every detail of the

OMG y'all, I had no idea my buffer had run out! This pages were done ages ago and they were supposed to go out ages ago! Here's 4 pages today, and there will be another 4 pages next week. Then I'll resume the regular 2/week schedule. Thanks for sticking with me through this. Real talk: I have a part time day job again. Returned to the cheese shop, which I love, but which takes a lot of my time and energy. It's also the holiday season, so things have been bananas and I ended u

This is a follow up to my previous essay in which I wrote about one week of my trans life in 2025. This is about another week, one that went a bit differently. This was a week of taking power back, although it's not without loss as well. Just know that this essay gets to end in a positive note, unlike the last one. To recap, the local queer bar that is like a second home to me was threatened by a local man who is a self-proclaimed fascist as well as a pedophile. He was kicke

I really really like page 9's shading a lot. That page was when I was like oh, yes, this is how we're gonna do it.

One especially dystopian week in the life of a trans person in 2025 USA. Things are getting worse.

I really love how Jane and Rose interact. eventually, there's gonna be a lot more characters in this comic and it won't just be the Jane...

I just wanna be clear that while Rose has a lot of internalized fatphobia, I do not share it. I am here to help her work through it. This...