Why is androgyny so attractive tho 🧐
I struggle with this sort of thing myself. It’s like I’ll see someone and find them so instantly attractive that I lock up and don’t know how to proceed socially. I usually end up feeling guilty, like I’m staring too much. I felt like it was a male gaze thing for the longest time.
For me some of it is envy vs. attraction, am I into them or do I want to look like them? I’m not always sure, and it could be both or neither. I’m attracted to guys, but women catch my eye more.
I’ve lost my own point! In any case, whoever experiences this, I sympathize, because I am still trying to understand my own tendencies to be awkward around the beautiful people
“Greetings, fellow Do-Gooder!”
I mean, not with this.
I can ask someone to move their car if it’s blocking me in. I can ask someone how they are. I can ask someone if something they said is really true.
But, like, what I need from other people? I don’t know what I need from other people. People aren’t consistent, so how does one depend on them? How can you establish needs when the people you need ghost you or misunderstand you?
Asking someone, “Can you help me navigate my gender dysphoria?” or “Can you always reassure me and I always reassure you?” or “Can you be my Gender Friend?” feels different than that, though. Maybe it’s the neurodivergence but I’m really caught up over at what point I’m burdening others by simply recounting things that have happened. I get so many mixed messages everywhere I go and nobody actively encourages me to speak my mind.
So I stay quiet. It feels like I’d only be speaking up to say “I’m queer and you need to stop not texting me”, because that’s what I’d be doing. I don’t know how to give myself that, or if that’s anything to want at all.
I’m not trying to defend my thoughts, I’m trying to understand why I keep hitting dead ends. Idk I know I’m a mess
She’s not a girl
who misses much
dudududududooo
oh yeah
She wants encouragement to speak up and ask questions and that’s not something we’re prepared to do
yeah idk anymore lol
feeling the darkness or whatever
*I try to see the glass as half full,
But I’d probably just drink that too~!*
Will Wood’s discography doing the work of multiple therapists during my commute
It does suck.
If I knew what to ask, if I knew where to start, I’d have done that. I’m not a Question Wizard.
I get the impression that most people don’t get caught in moral quandaries that cause them to retreat from the world in a state of emotional overwhelm
But I do get caught in this assumption that if I explain myself perfectly then it’ll click and somebody will see me as I truly am
I also don’t get how people ask questions without being scared
Idk. For me it’s a practical thing of feeling no motivation to transition because nobody is actively helping me? Like am I just supposed to do this?
I apparently fooled everyone into thinking I’m a sad straight male who gave up on his life 4 years ago. I wish I could do anything on purpose as well as I’ve done that on accident.
The fact that nobody in my life suspected that I was queer or autistic or struggled at all feels like an indictment of my ability to communicate and build relationships. It feels like my support system lost track of me. That’s where the shame comes from. The fact that nobody checks in on me is a sign that they’ve given up, it’s certainly not a sign that they’re still here.
A lot of times I feel like a Muppet that needs a human character to be their straight person, ground them in reality. I’m being forced to imply and discover a LOT of information that I’d rather simply be told by someone I can trust. It’s tiring. :::
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I don’t understand why I am sweating through every piece of clothing just enough to leave ugly stains. We simply do not have the science to answer such a thing.
It’s very annoying though. Nobody else looks sweaty 😐
Went to my high school 10 year after a lot of deliberation. It ended up being okay, I talked to people for a few hours!I wasn’t super close with my high school friends, but it is nice to get together.
Once every 10 years is fine, though, and I don’t feel obligated to show up to 20.
Remembered that my high school reunion is tomorrow night. I’m trying to decide if I want to go, and if I want to say fuck it and try and present in a more feminine way.
I haven’t talked to any of my high school friends in years, we sorta went our separate ways. I’m not looking to rekindle those friendships, but it could be a confidence boost to see old friends.
I am quite sleepy 🥱
Thinking about shaving my arms. I wonder if they’d be smooth 🫢
Listen, in this house we trust Snoopy. We believe in Snoopy
But for real, how are you supposed to do stuff when everything causes you to freak out and need somebody? I’ve gone so long without someone to confide in that the need washes over me instantly.
People always say I’m hard to help, that I don’t accept help. But now that I’m in complete atrophy, I can’t move forward in my life, and the doors are wide open, people are even less willing to help. I thought people would rise to an opportunity to answer the call of a friend in need but truly idk anymore
Or maybe everyone but me has the answer. It seems like it many days
When you realize that nobody is watching your insta story piecing together your lore the way people do with FNAF games