I talked (more) about FOSTA-SESTA, repression, and bullshit.
Really leaning hard into that philosophy of, “Sucking at something is the first step to being kind of okay at something.”
I talked (a lot) about what Tumblr’s doing right now.
[a book cover. soft yellow text on a shimmering blue background. it says, “non-binary: a moody book of complicated feelings. written and illustrated by Anthony DellaRosa.”]
But I wrote a fucking book.
It’s on Amazon right now.
It’s a children’s picture book about growing up queer as hell in a world that wants to crush you to bits.
If you identify as queer or low-income, you can DM me on Twitter or Tumblr, or use the contact form on this site, for a free copy, no questions asked, no need to prove yourself.
Or if you have a blog or a YouTube channel or whatever, you can also DM me to get a review copy.
It also has
. a GoodReads page
Tell your friends?
[purple text on a pale lavender background. the font simulates handwriting scribbled in crayon, a quiet piece of simulated intimacy. it says, “i can’t even begin to tell you how much i love you.”]
[“all my enby friends.”]
[“and all the other enbies i’m never going to get to meet.”]
[“i love you. so much. and i want you to be okay.”]
[“i need you to be okay.”]
[“there is so much that i’m never going to be able to say.”]
[“so many feelings that i am never going to be able to push out my mouth.”]
[“i don’t know how to. i don’t have the words.”]
[“but i love you. and i’m with you.”]
[“and we have a right to be alive in this world.”]
A tiny, insufficient thing I made at 6am, thinking about pride month and politics.
[a graphic in the style of Sailor Moon — a teal backdrop dotted with tiny white stars, with a soft yellow crescent moon in the top-right corner. the text says, “my pronouns are they and them.”]
And just one more note before we really get rolling. <3
Another little graphic I made a while back,
originally posted on my Tumblr. This one’s a visual representation of what it feels like to be a borderline.
over the course of six pictures, the phrases,
“but don’t clam up or shut down,”
“but don’t force it,”
“but don’t self-isolate,”
“but don’t take anything for granted,” and
“BUT DON’T CLING”
overlap in ways that are hard to look at and hard to process, alienating and disorienting — blurring and overlapping in harsh, caustic, clashing colors and a cartoonish font.
in the seventh picture, on top of all of that, in acidic, garish, neon type, looking almost like a series of intrusive, eye-gouging, pop-up advertisements, come the phrases,
“don’t be fake. weird. creepy. selfish. abusive. draining. manipulative. overwhelming,”
“i hate me,”
“why is this so hard?”
“other people know how to do this,”
“you’re not worth this,”
“i’m not worth this,” and
“what is wrong with me?”
in the eighth picture, the image goes completely black.
in the ninth, it’s still black, still mostly empty, but in plain white text in a plain white font, it says, “i was just thinking about something. (pause) i don’t remember what it was.”]
[a colorful, vaguely psychedelic graphic — glowing yellow text on a background of teal, undulating shapes. it says, “I’m fucking autistic, babes.”]
I make little graphics like this, sometimes, when I feel like I have something in me that I just can’t get out some other way. I made this one a little while back. it’s not exactly “core content,” but it feels like a neat way to sort of christen the opening of the site.