I'm half way down with Frankenstein and I swear to god, if they bully my son Creature ONE MORE FUCKING TIME I'm going to kill everyone in this room and then myself
People do not see masculinity as being as fluid and complex and nuanced as femininity and it’s annoying as hell. Because of patriarchy’s stranglehold on masculinity and radfem theory’s stranglehold on queer spaces, people really think with their whole heart that only femininity is subversive or experimental, or frankly, queer, and that masculinity is only a power grab and nothing more. Embarrassing!
when i was a boy-child i had a friend who was a tomboy and i remember wondering (jealously) why there was no similar word for boy-children who preferred the company of girl-children, who wanted to play as they did, with their songs and their games and their whispered secret languages. there is in fact a word for that, of course, but i don't recall emily ever feeling quite as menaced by "tomboy" as i was by the one they reserved for me
my great pee paw twigglesnort god rest his beautiful soul he died fighgting in the great vietgnome war stepping on a deliviish Sugarstick Trap that just destroyed his tiny body may his legacy live on 🙏
i dont think i ever posted this here but i adore the idea of splicing together bumper stickers
every time i remember this video exists im not even exaggerating when i say i wheeze until i cant breathe its the fuckijgn funniest thing in thw world to me it gives me a migraine every time i watch it
if i go through withdrawals when a person doesn’t talk to me as much is that a sign of love?
what do i do when all of my connections feel fleeting or flimsy on my end, even those i have with my own mother?
what does it mean when i sit by the phone waiting for them to respond?
i fantasize that every kind stranger i meet has secretly fallen in love with me, am i lonely?
do i lose value as a potential partner if i cannot feel sexual pleasure?
is it wrong to feel devastated that i am doomed to be a temporary fixture in my best friends life?
i haven’t been able to feel romantic love in years, did something inside of me break?
when will i cease to exist in a constant state of catabolic mayhem?
when a caterpillar is inside the chrysalis, does it dream?
is living vicariously through romance between fictional characters a valid coping mechanism?
what do i do if ive become so disconnected from myself that ive even lost understanding of what my sexuality is?
i could easily kill myself right now and that doesn’t really scare me, is this a bad sign?
how do i die metaphorically, and be born anew literally?
is my relationship with the universe parasocial?
is my understanding of myself superficial?
is suicidality contagious?
is anyone out there?
call me sunny! he/they, transmasc enby :-)22yo aspiring artist and poetbad at keeping an online presence bc of the wretched adhd addled brain my skull houses
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