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The more I see people casually talk about plurality in spaces like this that I can see, the happier and more comfortable I become with it and myself in relation to it. I have somewhat of an instinctual aversion to describing myself with the term Plural, which is where my trepidation comes from, but recently I've come to understand that I genuinely and truly have love for it. When people have the vocabulary to be able to talk about these concepts, it enables the concepts to exist beyond myself and my particularities that become impossible in aggregate to explain to anyone else. But when it exists outside of me it becomes real, a part of the world, and therefore not something to be ashamed of. And that's huge, to me.
I love being plural. I love seeing people interacting and talking about concepts relating to it. Past my own shame, when societal othering is removed, I love my experiences and the way I am. And I type this all as an alter, knowing that I'm an alter. And the longer I go the more I feel like there's no shame in that. So I'm glad.
power lines transport angels and the souls of the deceased btw
Bryan Cranston reading to Aaron Paul while he plays with bubbles in a bubble bath. Oh and other pictures too from Esquire.
OK, there I go. So, picture this: I'm kind of a hybrid, you know? I've got my moments, but truth be told, the moments also have me. I'm here as a representative of the fifth generation of observers, ready to spill the cosmic beans on what I've been witnessing about this world, this planet Earth, from the very beginning up until now—yes, right now, this very moment as you're reading these words. It's all happening in the "now" that's forever unfolding.
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my soul is the color of a bruise and i think that's beautiful
Ecco2k gives me gender envy. I want a unit like this ~ maybe I’ll commission someone. Imagining me microdosing t - this unit - new wardrobe - titties lifted - finally no longer itchy in my body.
Today I saw a post talking about masculinity being beautiful. And it’s a shame to say I’m so scared of leaning into masculine sides of myself or being who I want because I don’t want to be a “man,” not like that, not the in the awful ways people say, I still want there to be beauty - my heart is soft — Maybe that’s why I hide behind word like boy and girl, taking cover in the transition state - the metamorphosis before finale form
I’ve never felt so dead in my personality in my whole life.
- M
