I’m sorry to all my friends and loyal following acquaintances for my prolonged absences here. I appreciate your comforting messages and support so much, it’s making this ‘mental slump’ better for coping with and you are all angels!!
To keep you all in the loop, I am going through a particularly difficult and dark period in my life regarding my body dysphoria and loneliness that comes as a result of it. I am guilty of going into my own head and cutting myself off from the world when it gets particularly bad!! Which it has not been for legit fucking years!! I sleep, go to work, eat, crap, shower and repeat. Sensing it coming, I spent a great deal of time trying to reach out to people or new people, often over a shared kink or mutual interest as a distraction, which was a big fucking mistake and I have burned myself out emotionally and mentally. I never expected or saw this coming until it showed me it was coming. I thought I had tougher skin than this and clearly my brain was ready to show me otherwise.
I’ve had days where I just feel numb or others where I’ve wanted to claw my own genitals and skin off, as scary as that sounds, I’d never do it. But that doesn’t stop the thoughts, the feelings of being unloved, unwanted, disgusting and a complete impostor. I’m also a Dad as you all know so I’ve REALLY used all my reserves to stay that great dad I take pride in being. My boy is everything to me and then that makes me feel even worse and emotionally very sad because he deserves better than this!!
I have found it healthy and beneficial to have my days now where I do actually allow myself to feel, think and vocalise that sometimes, despite being a proud Dom in a natal masculine body, that I really wish I wasn’t, that I hate how I am perceived sometimes because of what I have between my legs, of how it prevents me from being who I am inside sometimes and that it has resulted in my living a life, where sometimes, I am painfully reminded of the fact that I will NEVER get to truly be myself!! EVER!!
I thought I was past all this shit at 42 … my 20’s were an emotional shitshow, my 30’s were a blast … my 40’s … well let’s just say they could be better, I’m encountering a lot of people of late who treat me like some kind of weirdo or threat, who have the brass faced hypocrisy to only do it to people like me but who happily do not do their mental abuse bullshit to others. I see it celebrated, conveted and encouraged now, so that’s another thing to add onto my burnout pile!! And call me anything you damn well please, you are not ever going to tell me it isn’t because of my fucking genitals, or what I represent physically in this world, its legit fucking gross behaviour and honestly, y’all need to grow the fuck up and quit stirring it!! People are not stupid, and it’s hurting folks!!
I’ll be ok, I know I will, I just need this funk to fuck off!!
Big hugs to those of you who are struggling yourselves but still found the time to check in, we will get each other through whatever funky shit is weighing us down!! 🫂🫂❤️
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