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feeling so many feelings about all of this

House only agreeing to marry Wilson because he wants to smugly prove his point in a few months about what percentage of married couples get divorced within the first year (he sincerely believes the two of them will get divorced because he doesn't believe he can be loved long-term, even by Wilson) (Wilson is waiting for House to realise he's not going anywhere)

"I'd destroy the world to protect you" but it's a parent/child relationship

Depression is such an effective tranquilizer that it creates a great opportunity for plot twists in your real life. I have a pretty consistent opinion of myself which is "low" and "never ending guilt and shame for reasons I don't understand."

Recently received feedback from two different editing clients that started with "Please pass along to Jacquelynn that she is phenomenal at her job" and "I was blown away by the evaluation I received."

You always hear about how depression (and anxiety) lies to you and distorts reality, but there is logically knowing that and then there is like, physical proof of it and you are suddenly Neo in the Matrix jumping out of the fucked up little tube machine.

People act like anti-masculinity isn't a problem in queer spaces, as if I'm not instantly perceived as bigger, angrier, and meaner than everyone else in the room just because I'm butch.

As if I'm not constantly relegated to being everyone's Big Angry Protector.

As if queer spaces haven't habitually treated me more like a snarling dog on my partners' leash than as a human being.

As if I'm not constantly told my "job" is to protect every other queer person with my physical body, even though I'm disabled.

As if I'm not assumed to be the aggressor in every dispute, even though I value de-escalation and mediation as vital skills.

As if I exist only to hurt others or to sacrifice my body for them, never being protected and comforted in kind.

Find someone else to defend pride against bigots. The butches are on strike until you treat us better and stop volunteering us for the firing line.

I'm tired of being told I'm supposed to take a bullet for people who would throw me under the fucking bus. Where's OUR defense squad? When do the butches get to be lovingly defended and treated to some kindness and care?

Butches deserve better. And that goes double for trans butches, of any gender.

Ghost: I'm getting married Y/N: Congra- Ghost, slamming a marriage certificate on the table: to you, sign here