Here Comes Dat Boi ๐Ÿธ๐ŸŒˆ

I am now the proud parent of a Spring Green BAB froggy!! Guess what I’m naming him.

I had a $10 coupon so he was pretty affordable. I will say, I was assisted by the most “done with life” Build-A-Bear employee EVER. It was like making a bear with Daria as the employee. No smiles, no nothing. Lol. Anyway, I bought the boots new, but otherwise dressed him at home. This is what I first dressed him in:

After that I made him his name necklace (and yes, his name REALLY is “Dat Boi”), gave him a bandana, rainbow leg warmers, a rainbow frog pin, some colorful chain to decorate his straps, and a froggy onesie to wear underneath his overalls. Plus, of course, the shiny red “wellies” as the Brits call ’em. Now he’s ready to go on an adventure! ๐Ÿธ๐ŸŒˆโœจ

Will you go with him? He wants to hold your hand, and hopes you won’t be too grossed out if he sneaks a fly or two during the walk. ๐Ÿ™Š

I have griped often, and repeatedly, about the terrible quality of Build-A-Bear toys. There are BAB fans these days who did not get to experience the BAB plushies I got to make, 19 or so years ago. The quality was on a very different level.

But once in a while there’s still a winner: like my Ricky Parky, and now Dat Boi, who is also very much a keeper. I am expecting my Bear-Lien (who is arriving Thursday, and I am naming Orion) to hopefully also measure up!

Happy Dinosaur Day! ๐Ÿฆ–๐Ÿฆ•๐ŸŽŠ

How did your love for dinosaurs “evolve”? Mine began, obviously (if you know me at all) with the original Land Before Time film, one of the earliest films I have memory of watching. With Jurassic Park, my fascination would increase tenfold, and I wonder if paleontology as a topic is something that would have interested me further as a child, had I not attended a Catholic school in the 90s, with a library and curriculum completely devoid of books on the topic.

The potential reason for the absence would not hit home until, when I was eleven years old, one of my schoolmates (a little girl who, while not especially smart, was widely known as being the hardest worker in the class) decided to do her homework assignment on evolution, and was roundly yelled at by the teacher in front of all of us.

In four years, I had not seen her be scolded once, and the teacher’s reaction seemed incomprehensible to all of us. The absolute consternation in her tear-stained little face stayed with me all of these years. Back then, evolution was a concept I knew of, which went in the same “field” in my head as dinosaurs. Neither was a topic that had been covered in school, and while I hadn’t understood why, it wasn’t until then that I realized it went against doctrine to even discuss it.

In Argentina, where I lived at the time, it felt like everyone around me was Catholic, or just about. Whether in or outside of school, I never had the opportunity to learn more about dinosaurs. My love for them would lie dormant until I arrived to the US, and had more resources. My knowledge expanded, but far too slowly. I was still heavily religious and struggled with many topics that the study of natural history exposed me to –topics which made me contemplate possibilities that I was not ready to accept.

So my fascination would not REALLY come into its own until rather recently, starting about three years ago, when I began to open up to my potential agnosticism/atheism, something that had been in my mind in some shape or form since I was twelve, and which I finally fully and joyfully accepted a bit over a year ago. Then, with no more scales in my eyes, I jumped into all sorts of science topics like a ravenous animal, listening to podcasts, watching YouTube channels and documentaries, expanding my library and my knowledge and learning about our world, how it may have come to be, and above all, about dinosaurs.

Yes, we come back to dinosaurs, finally.

I finally began to learn stuff beyond the one form of content I’d been exposed to (movies). Every single day, I either read or watch or listen to something new. My studio now has dinosaurs anywhere you look, as does my wardrobe, and other parts of the house, such as our game shelf, my library, the porch, and even the master bedroom. Were you to ask any friend or family member what is something they think of when they think of me, dinosaurs are probably high on the list, because I never shut up about the things, and there is SO much for me to learn. I have so much lost time to make up for. There are so many books to read, podcasts to listen to, movies to watch (fantastical and science based) and more, so much more.

I am, at my core, an animal lover. Dinosaurs are simply more animals to love –but especially fascinating ones, tinged with a bit of bittersweetness, because most are no longer here. But they were: this same Earth they walked on, I walk on. And that connection fascinates me.

And have I mentioned that I love ALL dinosaurs? โ€œMovie monsterโ€ ones. Closer to scientifically accurate ones that keep evolving as our knowledge improves. Good documentaries, mediocre documentaries. New, old. Great Jurassic Park/World movies, โ€œbadโ€ Jurassic Park/World movies. CGI, cartoon, anime. Give it to me. Give it all to me.

Feathery, scaly, big, small, colorful or not, realistic, fantastical. New books full of new knowledge on dinosaurs, old books filled with outdated but fascinating takes on them. I love it all. I love paleontology. I love natural history. And I. LOVE. DINOSAURS.

This was quite the ramble, but something I wanted to share today. If you love dinosaurs too, then you are already partly my friend, and I wish you a very Happy Dinosaur Day!

๐ŸŒˆ People’s DNIs, My Accounts, Me, and Kink ๐ŸŒˆ

I wanted to make a note regarding “DNI” (AKA “Do Not Interact”) disclaimers, commonly seen in Tumblr footers, Twitter/Instagram bios, and these days, increasingly, on FurAffinity profiles:

While this is not primarily a kink or NSFW blog, I’m 100% part of the kink community. Sometimes, art with mild kink content is posted here, and I post at length about kink-related topics (though quite rarely). I’m very kink-positive (legal, safe, consensual kink).

If your “DNI if kink” means content of accounts rather than people, cool! I get your boundary. โœŒ You won’t see that on most of my Twitter accounts, or on my Instagram. On FA, like Twitter, I keep one separate account for it. On this blog, I do not post that often, and if I do, it will generally be under content warnings and cuts.

If, however, by “DNI if kink” you mean a person as an individual, regardless of their posted content, then that feels dehumanizing to me, and it would mean you’re breaching your own DNI to follow me, something people do ALL the time, especially recently as a lot of age regressors seem to be hopping onto FA. I do, as an artist, produce very mild kink content (only with adult characters). I don’t think that makes me a bad person.

In addition to being kinky, I am also pan/polyam. All things I am open, happy and proud about. For me, my sexuality/kinks, my loving alternate lifestyle, and my role in the art community, are all heavily linked in the way they constitute my identity. When someone demonizes kink, I feel like they are demonizing me.

When I see “DNI if kink” I am never sure quite what it means: me? Or my content? And a lot of my new recent followers have this in their profiles (100% every time this happens ONLY with people in the AgeRe community, not all of them but every time someone is breaching their own DNI, it is from that comm or adjacent comms. I have nothing against these comms and in fact I have friends and commissioners in them, but I do want to point out the issue does happen only with these accounts and it is a multiple times a week, for months, thing. It is not one or two people. It is dozens. It is over, and over.) Hence all my recent pinned tweets on the topic on my accounts.

I’m not saying it’s bad to have this on your profile, far from it! I get it, just like I understand “DNI if NSFW”. I curate my spaces, too. But sometimes I’ll see “DNI if [expletive]/[expletive]/kink” and it feels like kink is just one more thing that person finds revolting.

I will say, I don’t block or softblock people who follow me just for having “DNI if kink” on their profile. UNLESS they do so when following my kink account (which ??? but also gives you an idea of how mild my kink content is. Sometimes people can and do miss that aspect.)

With Pride month starting today, I wanted to make clear who I am and how this makes me feel. I always want to be as open to new friends as possible. I just don’t want anyone to feel deceived since my content is always so colorful/fluffy. But this IS part of who I am. ๐Ÿ˜ข

๐Ÿ’• Thank You For Reading ๐Ÿ’•