#untangling

I'm here for you! I would love to help you out with that. For a very small fee.

Examples:

☆ electronics - cables, controllers, games

☆ crafts - yarn, thread, buttons

☆ jewelry - necklaces, earrings

It's all twisted. Me. My mind. My emotions. My whole being. It's all so twisted. So Complicated. Like a tangled wire.

And I think that's the reason why people leave. And I think that's the reason why they give up.

Because who would want to stop and try to untangle this mess. Untangle Me...

Who would want that...

Maybe somewhere inside, I don't even want someone to do that... Untangling...

Because untangling means opening up. Understanding . Understand me. And to do that I would have to understand myself first. I would have to face my problem, my pain

And Pain! Oh!

Pain is something I am not ready to touch yet. To feel yet.

I want to stay as far as possible from it.

Because I'm aware that once I feel it. Once I touch it, I'll drown in it far a long long time. I'll drown so deep that reaching back up the surface will be hard. It will be something I'll need help of someone to do.

But honestly, real help is something hard to get these days because everyone is trying to swim back to surface themselves.

Who'll help me then...

So I'm kinda okay in this untangled mess...

Let me be untill unless you are really to stay for long. For sooo long. Only then help. If you are ready to deal with my mess, my pain only then help. If you are to wait for me to understand myself, my mess only then help.

And if not then let me be

Seriously let me be

I Don't Need Those Unwanted Advices.

I Don't Need Those Empty 'Are you okay's.

As I said let me be, I'm a little less untangled mess without those.

It feels as if inside of my brain there’s just a bunch of scribbles Except this bunch is all one line just tangled into an odd scramble

Attempting to untangle this has proven pretty hard No matter what though I cannot stop, it is not in my cards

Pretty messed up what happened to intimacy and sexuality.

Let’s be done with the idea that intimacy beyond the blood family belongs in a  sphere called ‘romance’.

Let’s be done with the idea that intimacy’s natural progression is romance.

Let’s ask ourselves many times what a ‘romantic’ relationship entails.

Let’s forget the idea that expression of sexuality, even interpersonally, is destined or meant to result in sexual intercourse.

Sexuality is simply love expressed through the body, and it is sometimes expressed FOR another body. But this isn’t always the case. And the more we expect that it is, the more we make grand assumptions about it and where it should belong and what it means.

And the idea that sexuality BELONGS to intimacy- there literally seems to be some idea that sexuality is intimacy increased, which is not so, for intimacy is not linear or binary and there are maaannyyyy different ways to express love/intimacy- this idea seems to be confusing and perverting our minds, spoiling the way we express such interpersonal affection. Like there are literally millions of people on this earth who shy away from intimacy because their only other model for it is familial, and therefore they lump all intimacy together with ‘that thing you do with family’ since love and intimacy hardly exist outside the nuclear family in most ‘civilized’ (tuh!) societies.