Harri drives a bus

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Your Friendly Neighborhood Asexual Bus Driver. Most of my time is spent thinking about transit, it’s probably an autism thing

A pair of Hockey skates with colored duck tape applied. The duck tape is applied in the same order as the “nonbinary pride” and “asexual pride” flags.
Screenshot with text: About a year ago, while I was preparing to move out on my own, I finally got the hint that I’m probably not cis. (They/Them) In that time my friends have been infinitely better at respecting my pronouns than myself. And I think there’s a poetry to that. I still feel insecure about being queer, but my life has absolutely been better in my embracing of being “one of them queers” wholeheartedly. Happy Pride 🏳️‍🌈
Picture of a baked potato, and steak on a plate. There is a can of“Redd’s Hard Apple” next to the plate
Screenshot of Google street view showing a light controlled intersection that requires cars to turn right, but allows bikes to travel straight
A small Christmas tree decorated with used 35mm film canisters, undeveloped 35mm film, and empty film boxes
On existence Why do I exist? What purpose do I serve? What I feel and how I love. No matter what I do I feel like I do it wrong. Be it fitting in with my peers or friends. I worry I may never fit in. What is the point? In elementary school I once wished I was a girl, because boys don’t cry, but that’s all I wanted to do. High school was a mine field, how do you fit in when the only club you loved filled you with regret? How can I really love and feel authentic to myself? Writing this now I don’t have the answer, maybe I never will. Sadness is something I don’t feel often, how I wish I did. In its absence I only feel numb, “be happy” they say. But how without the other?
Four UTA transit passes stored in a trading card binder.