#quoigenic

if you repeatedly have scary thoughts about identity and what would happen to you if you don't know who you are, and this fear leads to to persistently searching for identity? and making sure Repeatedly that you're absolutely correct and right because you have scary thoughts about being wrong?

Society is scared of a lot of things it shouldn't be. A lot of those things can't be helped, a lot of those things don't hurt anyone, and a lot of those things are not what people even think they truly are.

So you know what?

Talk about your hallucinations, your delusions, your psychotic symptoms. Share things about your gender identity whether it be nonconforming, trans, xenogender or anything else. Scream about your nonhumanity and animal urges. Be open and unwavering about your systems existence, presenting as more-than-one wherever you want. Use and introduce your pronouns, even if people find them weird or offputting. Rock back and forth, pace, twitch and stim in any way you please. Wear things that reflect your identity in public. Get tattoos and body mods to your heart's content. Tell people about your personality disorders.

The plural community puts too much strain on how we began. But, not enough emphasis on how we are now. There's an expectancy, within this world, of sharing intimate details of one's life. And if you don't share enough, You're fake. And, if you share too much, you are also fake.

please remember that we need to love and protect our fellow plural systems more than we hate the specific users that make the choice to hate specific parts of plurality, okay? we need to make sure our fellow community members feel supported, and that's more important than making posts about being against anti en.dos, ok?

Waking up together, opening the same eyes, and stretching the same limbs. Yawning in time and saying a good morning that only you who are involved can understand what it's for.

Sharing a meal, not only from the same plate, but with the same hands and the same senses. Deciding what to eat together, something that fits all of your tastes.

Curled in the same bed, in the same blankets, in the same body, drowzily mumbling about nothing and everything to each other. Joking around and feeling their sleepy laugh as if it were your own.

Living life, and inviting them to share yours and your time in it--performing your daily tasks in the unison of cofront. Seeing and hearing and feeling everything together.

Feeling them blush when you flirt or compliment them. Feeling their joy when you get them a gift, or how safe you make them feel simply when you're around them.