Sharkz&Minho

I’m part Mexican part Korean and half white… yeah. When two half race parents get together both with even more strict grandparents makes this fag pop out of the oven. (or the closet if you wanna get technical)

I am Minho now, my indecisive ass finally decided the most basic fucking Asian name I could. But I like it.

Honestly I have trouble with this myself but what I can say is you can probably ask him and maybe set boundaries? I dunno I can’t really speak to much on this because I’d be a hypocrite but most of my advice is from experience so I don’t really have experience not being obsessive, srry.

Easy! So basically the first step is to ask him (Obv) but it’s still very hard to do to “Promise you’ll love me even when I’m not feminine.” If he says yes continue easing slowly into being more masculine because all the way may scare him a bit but not enough may actually make him feel like you bring it up for no reason. And if he says no, then punch him in the dick because he doesn’t deserve someone willing to change themselves for him even though they shouldn’t have to change in the first place, you’re all beautiful! All humans* (Most)

Hey @ouliverji where do I have pedophilia on my blog…? OH RIGHT! the post where I talk about my actual experience of incest! Where I was traumatized! You fucking dumbass! I know who you are it shows me your IP the same when I look it up even if you’re anon, so try me again. I fucking dare you.

I’m gender fluid, feminine but I am in fact a boy, read my pinned if you want more details…

I dunno anymore, I think dude was just asking for attention.

Yay for once I’m not tired! Here comes the migraine Hey I got up early today! Go back to bed, everyone will think you’re fake sleeping if you get up now. Hey, I’m gonna work really, really hard today! You’re still only making three hundred bucks per month. I have spending money! It’s not even enough to rent the dorm, you’re still short a hundred from last month…But I tried really hard and that’s all that matters! No one cares, you’re not the only one in the rat race. I should see some friends! The same ones you flirted with because you like him and he doesn’t like you? No, my best friend! The one you cursed out because she said your problems were getting out of hand? I…uhm…maybe I should just go to the mall…You look like skin and bones, you anorexic fuck. Right, maybe I should stay home…You lazy idiot, do something with your life. I should see my therapist…The one who left you or the one who made you cry like a bitch two weeks ago? I should buy a rope…Good idea, but the store’s out of the medium thickness ones, it’ll either break or you’ll fall through the loop. I have some…The ceiling of the dorm won’t hold more than fifty pounds genius. W-Where’s the knife..? You forgot to sharpen it, you couldn’t break skin if you wanted to, you worthless little bitch. Then I’ll buy a sharpener…You can’t, the store only has the shitty ones that don’t work, not that you know the difference between “Course” and “Fine” anyway. I should see Daddy at the prison…The same one who raped you and made you like this? I’m gonna go see Mamá…The one who speaks Spanish but won’t teach you and still doesn’t even accept that you’re a faggot? I…I th-think I’m just gonna sleep…Good idea.

I just wanna preface that therapists* are thoughtful and very helpful, I have changed therapists from a youth therapist and a behavioral therapist, I saw my youth therapist for the last time a few days ago (my “Mental health day”) and today I saw a my new one, her name was Chloe (already off to a bad start because my babysitter 1/2 of my rapists was named Chloe, not the same person though) my youth babysitter was a dude though so I was already pretty nervous that I had to share the origins of my episodes with a new person much less a thirty something year old girl. When I told him about my father (2/2 of my rapists) she looked confused and said, “Not to offend you but, I feel like you’re father would have rather raped your sister rather than you.” (this is when I started getting suspicious) I said no and explained how my sister was less than five years old when I was thirteen (I was thirteen when my father started) and that he was a pervert but not perverted enough to fuck a toddler, she wrote something down (Fucked if I know what it was) and about a half hour later (I paid for a full day/3 hours) I was telling her about my babysitter and how she would tie me to the bed and force herself on me…and this bitch said “Well you know women cant rape men right?” And pulled out the “if it gets hard that means that you secretly wanted it” I wanted to cry, but I somehow didn’t and I ignored her and continued for another hour, I told her how my social skills and behavior had physically reverted back to an adolescent state (Adolescent as in 13-16 years not like a ten year old) and she decided that she was done and just simply said “I don’t deal with people diagnosed with “age regression” they’re all just pedos” I started to cry, a lot to the point that another therapist from the room over decided to come in, I ran to my car and sat there for a few minutes before deciding to drive home, not to my dorm, but to my mom’s house in New Mexico, my dorm is in Fort Collins in Colorado at CSU. and I just got back, no surprise I’m not going to another therapist any time soon. 💜

took a mental health day yesterday! Uhm…lots of people messaging me about my blog, just to keep everything clear I will be starting a new semester of collage and work so…don’t expect fast replies 💜