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The knee-jerk, grotesquely offended reaction you get out of people when you state the indisputable fact that fashion is an art form, reeks of misogyny.
The same reaction happens when you talk about dance and gymnastics and call them what they are, sports.
It's almost like any and all fields are valid and noble until they're woman-dominated and/or stereotypically 'feminine'. Then, suddenly, to call it anything but frivolous earns you more backlash than actual misogyny.
It shows in income, as well. Not only are women and woman-aligned people (especially people of color) paid less in fields they don't dominate, but fields they do tend to make less overall, aren't taken seriously, or—when they do pay more—are extremely difficult to get into.
UUUUGGGGGHHHHHHGHGHHGHHH I NEED HIM CARNALLY 😩🤤
evil yumeship imagine your f/o is being annoying so you push them down the stairs. violently

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I really wish I could fucking draw without getting bored or pissed off or hating how it looks. If I could actually trust the process and stick with one project, I'd be unstoppable and have my own goddamn art exhibit and museum by now, ffs.
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Some edits à la shitpost I forgot I made and don't remember the context for 💀
The "#brocken 😔🕊🥀❤️🩹" part is new, I thought it would elevate the piece. 💀
I get the sense that death is close, and it's going to be painful and violent. I don't think I can outrun it or protect myself from it. I can't just chain myself up in a hospital when I don't know what's wrong, if anything is wrong at all. I just know it's coming.
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Your f/o loves you even if your ocd is easily triggered, even if you melt down, even if you spiral over your obsessions, even if you indulge in self destructive behavior, even if you blame yourself for everything. You're not a broken or faulty person for being mentally ill.
Being auDHD and experiencing RSD is like living in Hell, except the torture is knowing that you'll never succeed in any interaction, so you're constantly going to face real (and perceived, but mostly real) rejections, and there's nothing you can do to avoid it except isolate yourself or never initiate anything.
I can't imagine initiating anything in a romantic or sexual relationship, because the second my partner doesn't like something or doesn't want to do something, I'd be crying before I even knew what happened, and people say showing any sort of emotional response to rejection means that you're pressuring them, which is coercion/sexual harassment/sexual assault, and emotional responses with RSD are completely beyond your control, so your options are either 1. never initiate anything at all and risk coming off cold, or 2. initiate something and be rejected, then cry uncontrollably, which is coercion, even though you don't want to coerce them.
Like do I just die alone or something?
Whenever I feel like an idiot, I see other people's deliberate lack of reading comprehension and just have to laugh. 💀
Solomon knows a spell that can recreate memories as holograms. Enjoy the trip through memory lane!
Imagine explaining to your therapist what re-traumatized you. 💀
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Has fiction skewed my expectations in a man to be unrealistic, or is it men who say that because they don't want to be held to the same standards women often are?
Every woman I know is pretty damn close to the awesomeness of fictional women, but there are absolutely no men out there who are even REMOTELY similar to any fictional man, even the not so spectacular ones. Even in fiction, men are held to lower standards. (I know I'm one to talk because my fave is a literal demon, but at least he has some redeeming qualities and cares a great deal about those closest to him.)
I'm starting to genuinely think I wasn't meant for this universe or this reality. I don't even know where else I could've possibly been born into, but not this place. I have this permanent feeling of "wrong place, wrong time, and now I'm stuck because I'm not where and who I'm supposed to be, I'm the wrong person."
I feel like something is missing, or I'm supposed to be somewhere else, doing something else.
It's weird. It's like how I feel when I look in the mirror, sometimes. I'm not who I'm supposed to be, I don't look how I know I'm supposed to. My hair is wrong, my body is wrong, my clothes are wrong, my face is wrong. Even other things, like my voice and mannerisms, just aren't quite right.
I don't even know about talking to my therapist or psychiatrist about it, because I don't want to be put back on antipsychotics. It literally almost killed me.