With Valentine’s Day coming up, here’s a reminder: 

It’s okay to be aromantic. 

It’s okay to be romance-repulsed. 

It’s okay to not want a partner. 

It’s okay to be in a platonic relationship. 

It’s okay to be single. 

It’s okay to be asexual. 

It’s okay to be sex-repulsed. 

It’s okay to not want to have sex. 

It’s okay if multiple of the mentioned things apply to you. 

During the days around Valentine’s Day, surrounded by media that screams “Romance!” and/or “Sex!” at you, it can be hard to remember it but please let me remind you: You are okay. You matter. You’re lovely just the way you are. You don’t need anyone or anything to “complete you”. You’re not broken. 

With all my love, 

sometimes gaslighting is you protesting over and over, and them saying “you don’t have to make such a big deal out of it”

sometimes it’s “i really tried my best with you, but clearly i couldn’t do it”

sometimes it’s “i would never do that to you”, “if you really asked me to stop, wouldn’t i have stopped?”, “i don’t know what i’d do if i ever hurt you”

“denying and rewriting your reality” is not a one-time conversation, either. it is a sneak attack, flying under the radar and taking you out, one communication at a time, never drawing all the attention at once.

Good luck with the Thing. You can do the Thing. You will do the Thing. You just have to do the Thing.

Best wishes,

Me: *removes my clown nose*

Me: *removes my clown wig*

Me: *removes my silk handkerchief*

Me: *removes my silk handkerchief *

As a little kid, I was SOOOOOO damn obsessed with Shrek.

I mean the kind of obsessed where I’d watch it over and over again days in a row. It was all I ever wanted to watch.

It got to the point where I had memorised it word-for-word, and beat-for-beat. This meant that, somehow, I could watch it in my head—timed perfectly. No fast forwarding, no skipping.

Now this was fine for car trips and such, because my dad would be like “Hey do you want some colouring-in to do?” And id be like “Nah, I’m going to watch Shrek in my head.”

Ocassionally my dad would ask where I was up to in the movie—just to check on me.

Youre probably thinking Huh that’s weird but cool I guess?

Wrong. Sort of.

It got so bad that I’d watch it in my head at night before I went to sleep. My dad would literally check on me at night, notice I was blankly staring up at the ceiling, and have to yell “Stop watching Shrek and go to sleep!”

I cant remember how this faded from being one of my abilities, but it sure was cool while it lasted.

Enby and trans hcs are so good