☑️ I am not a robot.

You know what’s exhausting?

Being accused of using AI every time you write something that has punctuation and isn’t riddled with spelling errors.

It’s gotten ridiculous. The moment someone uses an em dash, or—heaven forbid—remembers how to use a semicolon, the internet throws up its hands like, “Aha! Robot!” As if the only proof of humanity left is misspelling “definitely” and forgetting what a paragraph is.

Like sorry for knowing where commas go? Sorry that my art doesn’t have a stray limb or twelve? Sorry that I actually (mostly) learned to write over the past few decades instead of leaning on “lol idk”?

The part that stings isn’t even the accusation itself—it’s what it says underneath:

That effort, growth, and skill no longer look real to people. That we’ve collectively forgotten what humans are capable of when they care deeply about what they create.

Because when every piece of writing or drawing that looks polished gets labeled “AI-generated,” what’s the point of even trying to improve? Why bother getting better if “better” just means “fake”?

I’m not saying AI doesn’t exist (nor am I saying it isn't being mass-used by opportunists). It’s here. It’s part of things and yeah, assholes are going to abuse it for profit. But we're here too! Flesh and brain and caffeine and trauma and wild 3 AM inspiration that no algorithm could replicate quite right.

So no, I'm not going to start dumbing down my words to sound more “authentically human.” I won’t add random typos just to prove that I bleed. I’ll keep creating the way I do—messy in soul, neat on the page—from my guts. I'll always use spellcheck and I'll fix grammar whenever I possibly can. 

I'm writing, I'm drawing, if I use an AI to write then I'll bloody well mark it. I'm not sorry that I've been using em dashes and ellipses since I was 12, I'm not sorry that I'm spicy and I'm absolutely not going to apologize for using their, they're, and there correctly.

If people can’t tell the difference anymore… that’s totally on them. The people who are supposed to see my stuff will always know who it's really meant for.