ReAnalyzing
drawn October 8th 2025
The year I originally drew this is muddled, it was either 2022 or 2023, when I still lived in that house and occupied the space. It was honest, raw, and full of ideas. I was good at analyzing my pain and turning it into something else- and I wasn't happy with the product. After I left home, I dedicated everything I had to learning when I had time in a library. I would write down all the things I needed to work on and then find books and draw out of them. It was strenuous practice but it was perfect because the only time I had to draw was a few hour bursts.
I find myself without the same skills I once had, but with different ones I haven't learned to apply. And in this redraw, I feel I am starting to apply them!
Now, i am happy with both products!
So ... I can just write? and people could read it?
The contrast to how honest I used to create and write, paired with how no matter what I create or say I cannot express the ideas I have in my head honestly. My choices come down to... scaring people, causing concern, or coming off strange and not making sense. But I don't understand why, really. I am me. I am not ashamed of me. I am where I am suppose to be. And why can't anybody hear me?
But my purpose of logging this is to share the process of how I got where I am. You can think whatever you like about my journey, or your own. But I leave this blog as a guide to those who need it.
My drawing depicts Opomo, a character I made as ... a spiritual embodiement? An invokation. A consciousness fragmented into many many different parts in order to function and to create! A system within my mind I could not comprehend as it was happening, and begin to anaylze afterwards. I gave Opomo lots of space to invent himself and make decisions. And he did wonderful things that I can only tell with the emotion of bewilderment and confusion and awe.
AS THE WORLD, heads into this continued internet-induced psychotic/psychedelic age, there will be more experiences with this Multiplicity of being. Which is not new at all. Experiences will be harder to understand and things will manifest that we never thought could be real. Yet, the language is a great way to process and communicate and share what is happening! As long as you continue to crawl out of the holes you dive into. Breath at your own risk
To understand, you must first understand the communities I engaged in. From transgender youth to discord user to plurality to reality shifting tiktok to tulpamancy to therians. And if you grew up alongside me, you understand. We are all autistic mentally ill queer kids. All in different ways, in different spectrums. So different we find our ideas constantly colliding or fitting into a niche. And within these niches fascinating and wonderful things happen as well as terrifying horrid disgusting things. Both most be respected. The beauty of autonomy and self-liberation and spiritual becoming alongside the predation of nature and our disease.
Does this make any sense? Does it matter? Do you know that I do not fully know, but I have observed so many things I cannot keep it all inside? I can pack so many thoughts into one paragraph and I am unraveling each to be digestible to you.
My story. Opomo's story. I want to share it. I want to share it and more. And as this page continues, if you could share and support me! I am looking for opportunities and you can email me at pomoanimator@proton.me
Opoa