"It’s often unhealthy to hyper-analyze your sexuality to the point where how you experience it changes where you belong. This is why the idea that broader terms are somehow more restrictive is baffling. Continuously breaking labels down and creating terminology for each facet of one’s identity shrinks communities until it’s just one person convinced that they’re the only one who relates to their experiences. It isolates people and ignores the importance of individuality within a collective identity."
On Hyperpersonalized Sexual Identity
Sports bra is lingerie if you're good enough at gender
Trying to talk in discord servers feels like trying to sit at the lunch table with the popular kids in middle school and totally fucking it up
please read this story of a man accidentally discovering his wife is the world's best Tetris player
will there ever be a love more violent than the one between siblings?? i know father's love are harsh, and mother's love are softness wrapped with sharp edges, but siblings? siblings' love is brutal
1. A Primer for the Small Weird Loves - Richard Siken / 2. The Crane Wife - CJ Hauser / 3. Automat - Edward Hopper / 4. Red Doc> - Anne Carson / 5. Melancholy - Edvard Munch / 6. The Village (2004) / 7. So We Must Meet Apart - Gabrielle Bates and Jennifer S. Cheng
obsessed that a french guy was like, hmmmmmm I wish to write a spanish-language musical about a mexican drug cartel crime lord transitioning. sure I can't write music, don't speak spanish, know nothing about mexico or the drug war, and also know nothing about being trans; but that shall not stop me
been thinking a lot about anticipatory grief lately. i love you so much that i know losing you will devastate me. i haven't lost you yet but i already miss you. we still have time, but it won't be enough. i think about what i would say at your funeral, and say some of it to you now cause i need you to know how loved you are before you go. you will go where i cannot follow, but you will never really leave me. it won't make it hurt less but it is a part of healing somehow.
Salman Toor (Pakistani, 1983), Immigrant Gathering, 2016. Oil on canvas, 122 x 81.5 cm.
she/her • in my 20s • back to putting my thoughts on this hellsite
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