Cosmos Bound

What helped me write trauma better is remembering that the nervous system learns predictions. If danger used to come after quiet, calm can feel threatening. If kindness used to come with a price, kindness can feel suspicious. So healing is not just “they know they’re safe now.” Healing is the slow, annoying, deeply unfair process of teaching the body that the old prediction is not always the present truth.

i would like to officially thank sesame for its seeds, its oil, and of course its street

guy who has a mental health condition that comes and goes: i’m cured this time actually i can feel it

same guy when they start having symptoms again: what the fuck is happening and why

As how some butches tie their butchness into their gender identity, I very much feel the same with my femmeness. I don’t identify with womanhood, I’m not a woman, I’m a femme. When I dated a man, I felt so out of place in my femininity, like any time I tried to engage with it I was putting on an ill fitting costume. I developed gender dysphoria, wore baggy clothes, hated how much I had to force myself to “like” it when a man would express sexual interest in me. But since the realisation that I was made for lesbianism, suddenly being feminine felt so right. It’s a performance, sure, but now it’s mine, it’s for the dykes, it’s for butches, and when they express interest in my femininity and sexuality it’s downright euphoric. Life is better when you find your place with your gender expression and know who you want to invite to see your performance.

oh shit let me guess. let me guess. you're anthony fantano being sucked into a jet engine. yeah. yeah, just like the last four fucking rounds. yeah i don't really wanna play charades with you anymore