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i might be a little more queer than previously anticipated. i think i might be more mlm than i thought. i was at thanksgiving with my family, my best friend’s family, and my best friend’s boyfriend, and i wasn’t, like, into him in an active way, but i could see myself dating someone like him. i really liked hanging out with him, and i thought he was really sweet. i dunno, it was a weird vibe.
but also, i’m pretty sure i’m some level of ace? like, i’m pretty sex-neutral or sex-apathetic. like, i just don’t really want to have it? i read about it a lot, and i watch porn sometimes, but i’m not in a huge rush to have sex, and it’s just not a huge deal for me. i might be demisexual? or gray-ace? i don’t fuckin’ no, it’s just not a high priority for me. cuddling, though, 10/10 on the priority scale.
moreover, the transness is still a thing. but now that that’s getting more and more sure, i’m also becoming a little more openminded about my sexuality. which is weird because i’ve always been really strongly invested in the label as ‘gay,’ but less and less so no. so i might be bi, or queer, or whatever the fuck, but i’m transness is becoming stronger. indy refers to me with ‘he/him’ in his head. i’m liking the name jack more and more. and i’m just trying to get over social anxiety and things like that, but my therapy sessions have been pretty far apart, which sucks ‘cause i don’t know how to do the work necessary to get that shit done.
next, i’ve been growing more and more interested in the baha’i faith, and i’ve been reading up on it and really relating to it. so i might be a baha’i. i’m exploring it. this isn’t really a developed revelation, more just like i’m finding a religious practice that fits sort of my spiritual beliefs, and i really like what baha’i stands for and all that it entails so far. so that’s interesting.
finally, the main reason for this post: when i don’t want to be touched, i really don’t want to be touched.
so i’m back home for thanksgiving, and i love being back and seeing my family and friends and not having to stress about stuff B U T i forgot how much my dad touches me and doesn’t listen when i say no.
now, let me clarify. i love my dad. he’s one of my favorite people on the planet. i love him a lot, and we get along great, and he’s a really great role model for me, and yeah, i love him. but one of the things that i forgot he does that really pisses me off is he doesn’t listen to me when i tell him not to touch me. these past two days, he’s been all up in my business, smacking my butt, squeezing my arms and legs, putting his finger in my ear –– all this weird stuff, but if i tell him no, he doesn’t listen. he’s like “what? what?” like it’s all fun and funny, when clearly i’m not having it. “please stop. please don’t do that. dad, stop. i said stop.” over and over and over again, and it’s just nonsense! like, i told him “dad, seriously, consent is important, we talked about this” –– because we have. i literally broke down over the summer because i was so frustrated by it. and he’s like “but i’m your dad. it doesn’t matter because i’m your dad.” and like, that’s not how it works? consent is consent always?
i’m just thinking about how when i have kids, this shit won’t fly. there’s a post on facebook that’s like, i tell my kids to never accept when someone touches them without permission, and they’re not allowed to do it either. if someone touches you and you tell them no and they do it again, you are allowed to do what you need to do to keep your bodily autonomy. and like, there’s another post that’s like “stop telling kids to sit in your laps and give you kisses and stop trapping them in your arms. consent is still important in your family.” like consent is SO IMPORTANT, and when i have kids, i’m going to make sure my kids know consent and ask for it and expect it. like that’s the bare minimum. i will never touch my kids without their permission. it’s just invasive, and i don’t like it.
that’s the most frustrating thing right now. and then i got mad at him and told him to stop multiple times, and he was acting all pissy because i got mad! like, i told you not to do that! why the fuck would you think i wouldn’t get mad? i wasn’t joking.
that’s the one thing that really irks me about my dad. he’s invasive. he’s a busybody. he doesn’t listen when you say no. and it’s so incredibly frustrating, and i hate it. all the other things about my dad, i love. he’s incredibly kind and nurturing and caring and passionate and intelligent, but he doesn’t listen. and it makes it difficult to spend a ton of time with him if i don’t want to be touched.
it’s weird, because i’m a very touchy person normally. with my friends, with people at school, in relationships –– i love touch, and that’s primarily how i express love. but if i’m not in the mood for it, not in the right mindset, i don’t want it. and at school, it’s such a thing, asking for permission. touch consent is a big thing in my circles of friends and in groups i’m a part of, and going from that to such a stark contrast in my dad is really frustrating.
Today was the best thanksgiving I've had in years, maybe ever. No, it wasn't "fun" or anything thaaat positive, but the anxiety was lower than the past the worst adjectives I can sum up to describe how I felt throughout my day are "bored" and "mildly anxious." I felt some guilt, but what I didn't feel today was shame. For so much of my past food has brought me shame, but today, though I was definitely uncomfortable, I did not experience shame. While I was eating, I allowed myself to enjoy my food and the conversation around me, and afterwards I sat with my discomfort and reached out to friends on my phone. I got to spend time with my cousins, which, in small doses, was actually pretty nice (fairly unexpected). I got to see my great uncle Michael who is like the coolest quirky old dude ever. And my disordered grandmother didn't manage to trigger me. I had extremely low expectations for today, so those expectations were exceeded. I think for the future I should set my expectations a little higher, because there is definitely room for more improvements. I'd also just like to add that I'm very thankful for my friends who helped to support me and I'm grateful I was able to be there to help support others as well. I'm not gunna tag ppl bcos I'm lazy, but you all know who you are.
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