I really appreciate the feedback, the flattery, and the general support for my own change and Rabbit’s change. We don’t get a lot of troll comments around here, which is amazing!

I will admit that my change both personal and on stage is an emotional challenge for me. To do so in a public light and look to be accepted is tough. When folks say things like “he was hotter as a male” or “I miss the old Rabbit” it does hurt my feelings. But that’s not without me understanding where you’re coming from.

Preference is fair. Critique is fair. Designs are subjective. But going through this transformation is a trying time for me, as it is with all transitioning transgender people. I would ask that you consider the difficulty transgender people go through, and with me, my art is paired to my performance and my femininity. To be perceived as anything lesser than I once was is hard to swallow.
I respect aesthetic preferences. I can understand my art isn’t always going to be well received by everyone. I would just like folks to consider me as a human being before posting stuff relating to my gender. I do my best to deal with it and show understanding. Will you imagine Isabella and Rabbit having to get approval from the audience to be themselves?

Much, much, love,






pwscribbles reblogged your post Kitchen Fun Times and added:

Not even an hour later PW slowly emerges. A large bucket of poppers under her arm, a bottle of olive oil in hand and her

They were sound asleep, curled around a large plush frog,…

Holding tight onto the cabinets, pw starts searching for their room. Upon finding the sleeping nikky, she peeked in, eyes narrowed, then opened the door, hands on her hips.

"Well its a good fucking thing I didnt burn ya house down!" She ranted, throwing her hands in the air and angrily pacing. "All that work and you guys are just laying there! Gold!" She stomped over to their bed and grabbed for their covers to yank them off.

They pulled the covers back over themself easily, grumbling softly in their sleep. “Not funny, Marzi.” They curled tighter into a ball, burying their face in the plush softness of their toy. ” ‘S cold…”

PW put her hands on her hips. “Are ya fuckin’ kidding..” She sighed and started looking around.. then got a devious grin. “Well.. not much else ta do but a panty raid. That’ll teach ya ta sleep so hard.. I mean I can’t do anything -really- naughty to ya. .. I didn’t bring none of my toys..” She cackled and began looking through their furniture for poor Nikky’s underthings.

"Goin’ on a panty raid yeah yeah yeah~
Some poor mooks sleepin’ too hahd oh oh oh~ 
She gonna wake up an all her undies gonna be gone yeah yeah yeah!
Scribbles gonna have some new trophies oh oh Whoa!”

The goblin sang.

There was a long moment of silence in which Nikky slept soundly, unaware of what was happening in their room. That was until the goblin opened a specific drawer. A jolt of electricity raced up their arm, immediately awakening them with a jolt. At the same time the drawer snapped shut, seemingly on its own, and would no budge from its place.

"What the hell!" they cried, all drowsiness gone from them as they ripped the earplug from their ears. Their normally smiling face contorted into one of anger they lunged forward with surprising speed, tackling the goblin to the floor. They held her down, their knee on her chest, one hand holding her arms above her head. The other crackled with electricity, blue and close enough to singe the hairs on her face.

"Don’t touch my things," they growled, face inches from the little creature. "And don’t call me she."