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“A Mermaid’s Best Friend” (2009) ~ She’s not Ariel’s dark version or anything, but The Little Mermaid was definitely part of the inspiration!
Oh, and the mermaid looks like my mom, that’s on purpose. :P
Painter IX and Photoshop CS3
Artwork © Liz R.B
Liz is pretty amazing. You should, at the very least, be following her art blog<3
I DON’T KNOW WHAT MY FEELINGS ARE DOING.
I FORGOT THE CONCERT WAS SO CLOSE.
SEND HELP.

NEWSFLASH, FAMILY: I DO NOT BELIEVE IN GOD. I AM NOT A CHRISTIAN.
I dont know if non-latin@ families do this but in here, you’re supposed to say “Bendición” to adults/parents/family which translates loosely to “give me your/God’s blessing/BLESS ME” or something and adults say “Dios te bendiga, mij@”(God Bless You) back at you.
I have noticed that this is WAY more prevalent in my hometown, where a cousin of mine caused a FAMILY UPROAR OF GOSSIP because she was angry at an aunt of mine and therefore did not ask for her “blessing” when seeing her. This was, for some reason THE BIGGEST INSULT EVERRRRRR.
You know how people sometimes say “fine, fine” before the other person actually asks “how are you?”, well sometimes adults will say “Hi! GOD BLESS YOU!!!” and you’re supposed to reply enthusiastically with a a “BLESS ME!!!!!” which is when shit gets annoying for me.
My mother did this to me yesterday and I just rolled my eyes and said HI.
She got all sarcastic and said that “I must lead a good, happy life if I don’t need God’s blessing” (!!!!!!!!!!!) and she obviously must’ve mentioned to my father cuz today/right now he just got home and when I say hello he says “GOD BLESS YOU” and when I dont reply, he goes “its OK that I dont have DAUGHTERS[misgendering me sounded like it was on purpose, im not out but my family bullies my assigned status as female constantly] that ask for my blessing, plenty of nephews of mine do” [also, note that most of those nephews come from my hometown where I mention asking for blessing is a normal way of showing your elders respect or something] and my mother was, OF COURSE, behind me and said “yeah, such a pity~”We’ve had small fights about the fact that I don’t believe in God.
If they know this, WHY do they assume I am going to ask for a motherfucking blessing from an imaginary floating bearded guy I don’t give two shits about?
Moreover, if I DID believe in God, why would I seek blessings from my ableist, cissexist, transphobic, fat-shaming, body-policing and homophobic mother & father who choose every single chance they get to undermine my worth as a human being???
DOES ANYONE ELSE HAVE THIS PROBLEM OR IS THIS A LATIN@/VENEZUELAN THING???? it drives me insane.
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I don’t have the exact same problem, thankfully… But it’s probably because my family’s from Uruguay and they don’t have that ridiculous custom over there. It’s an odd thing, and I’ve seen it less and less over the years, but I still remember the first time I heard it when I was a kid - I didn’t get it. At all. And I was still in the sure-I-believe-in-God-I-was-baptized-duh stage of my life.
I do remember there once being a conversation about this, though. It involved the parental units saying how nice they found it that kids went about being that way to their elders… but by then it was painfully obvious to me that this judgmental God that demanded I be out of bed, dressed, and asking forgiveness for things I didn’t feel sorry about, at 10am on a Sunday, didn’t roll with me. So I wasn’t about to start doing something ridiculous as asking my parents for their blessing every time I walked into the room.
Having said that, it’s not like my mother doesn’t throw the occasional backhanded comment… Or, on even fewer occasions, completely snap and accuse me of, I don’t know, being the spawn of Satan, come to Earth to feast on babies, just because I dare not believe in “God”.

As for the President-has-cancer issue…
I wish him well, a full recovery. I wouldn’t wish this illness on my worse enemy. Yes, even if he is a fucking asshole who’s almost single-handedly helping the country drown in debt, corruption and other heinous things…
I do, however, have to say (even if it means I might go to hell for it) that I am pleasantly surprised to see Karma at work.

It ain’t easy living here.
It ain’t easy loving this place.
Everything is falling apart.
Every one that matters seems to be leaving.
Still… there’s a part of me, a part that loves this country.
A part that thinks this place is beautiful.
A part that knows there’s some seriously wonderful people here.
It’s just easy to forget.
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Caracas Sky at Night
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