bunifesto

💜 heyo, i make stuff! my ideas multiply like rabbits: 🔮 alt jeweler / designer 💍 self-help ghostwriter + app maker ✨ cancer survivor + porphyria warrior 🩸 žynė lineage / practice 🥕 bunny mom to big phyllis 🐇 big impostor syndrome 💜   

let us speak in tongues of velvet & thunder -- like the bard, megan thee stallion, who quoth: “fuck being good; i'm a bad bitch.”

her celestial decree inspires us to dismantle our timid fortress & instead unleash our badder-ass essence.

i’ve played it safe, careful, & considerate since i was a fetus -- trying not to take up too much time or space in the continuum. i was scared to talk about my illness, to make trouble even for people whose job it was to protecc me. i played fair, assuming others’ hearts were mostly in the right place. but i'm not an idiot. the veil is rent! no longer will i apologize for how i actually am. it is exhausting making people uncomfortable just for existing.

behold! my thicccccccc essence, once constrained & yearning to dissolve into the smaller oblivion, shall now swell forth, claiming more space than necessity dictates. oh, you assclowns, you blowholes, architects of earthly vexation -- you who usher in narsty vibes -- you can SuUuUuCk iIiIiT. SUCKiT.

and by "it," i mean yourselves. go consume your own void. consider this a benediction from my heart of hearts, my almighty fingy of gorrrd raised high.

i deserve respecc as a person. i deserve to be valued & validated because i’ve always tried to give that to others. my lived experience is not bullshit. i deserve the fruit of my labor because it’s labor regardless of who sees its value. i literally cannot afford to settle for less anymore. every time i settle, it’s a bum-ass deal that sets back all the progress i make on my own. i’m left with blueborlz while some assclown waltzes off with no thought for my feelings. toilet paper gets covered in shit to make others clean & then flushed after use; that’s how some people treat others. gross. hazmat suit gross.

but let’s turn our gaze inward, hahahaha. this blog is my sanctuary. my playground. a thicc-ass digital eden where my will is sovereign. i’m not gonna lie: i need to try being selfish & let myself want it all -- glittering moneys, tender loves, shimmering jewels, the warm embrace of golds. i want hours of foreplay, weekends of full-body massages in beach tents, & years of stimulating companionship. i yearn to be respected, revered, romanced, & feared, like the cool vampire queens get. it doesn’t have to last forever, just long enough to know what it feels like. how rad to be the radiant sun around which others orbit, instead of the satellite forever gazing outward! (even if it’s for fun, and with self-aware self-deprecation.) 

more self words: self-indulgence, when tempered by self-awareness, is self-care. i’ve always written about what’s inside me, & i always will. i remember telling my parents that the "notes section" in books -- the blank pages -- felt sacred to me. this blog is my blank page. my playground of self is kissed by rain, with asphalt for ground & a grey sky for ambiance. it’s a cold april, but not too cold to picnic in the pagoda, a swing in both the baby AND big-kid swings, play in the sandbox, & if we’re really brave, the terribly scary slide which never seems to get less scary. 

if you don’t like the franiverse, there’s no reason to be in the franiverse; gtfo. assclowns, naysayers, & bullies: you have your own realm, it’s called the whole damn world. go there. bye.

for all who remain: if you’re just here to read poop jokes & see hot babes wearing hotter jewelry… k, but be a good tourist & respect boundaries, that’s all i ask. 💜 if you’re here to support me, uplift me, or worship me (or at least humor me within the franiverse), thanks for visiting & much love!

welcome to my girlblog, sanctuary of souls.

this is my bunifesto. 🐇✨