I think it would be useful to have a list of tags I use on a pinned post so I can easily search my blog for them
a weirdo who keeps snails in her pencil box
thanks for the request @sithloser ! Always fun to draw anthy
I think it would be useful to have a list of tags I use on a pinned post so I can easily search my blog for them
a weirdo who keeps snails in her pencil box
thanks for the request @sithloser ! Always fun to draw anthy
I think people like me feel they cannot speak about their experiences because they will be immediately misunderstood , . or even, that the truth of their fundamentally evil nature will be made apparent.
I would like to hear about lack of empathy and inability to tap into the sensation of remorse, how love is felt by you as an infinite, detached fondness. I want to hear about how you lie because your mind seems to work ahead of you, so when there is a threat to your progress as a person , a lie is already spilling from you, and you feel it in your body as truth. And it is. The complexity of that. I want to hear about how you move through life by planting seeds. I want to hear about the impulses you could not control when you were younger, and how you live moment to moment like a kind of wild animal. I want to hear about your relationships with others and the ways you know they need you, the way reciprocation you know is needed sometimes hurts you, the pain of letting others down. The fear that those you love will need you in ways you cannot be. I want to hear about your sadness, and the ways you feel you are doomed. How you feel your nature traps you. and is designed to pull you out of this physical world.
I have only seen us feeling isolated and trapped. And nobody talks about it plainly. It seems so forbidden to say it out loud. ‘This is what I am.’
I am such a strange case , I have always been this way but lived as my masks in a way that involved repression. Masks come easy for us , but repression made it all very damaging to me. I have not embodied myself. So I am « new » to being this. But I still am like you.. and I love you, and I see you.
I don’t like that talking about our experiences plainly feels like shining a light into an inevitably , doomed, depressing thing, ., a softness we cannot defend when people say it is evil, ., a cover blown that hinders our progress.
I know speaking directly about our emotions also can harm us, we function like that, but still,
I love you. I wish we could talk about it.
We should also start calling it ts in English instead of gender bender/swap if for no other reason that it would be really easy to shut up anyone who claims it has nothing to do with trans women by asking them what ts stands for.
Guy reading a doujin with “ts girls” in the title: this has nothing to do with trans women.
ⓘ Tip
If you feel unfulfilled by how you spent your time today, you can stay up late to try to combat the sense of dissatisfaction. This will ensure that you feel even worse tomorrow.
love, much like sex, isn't real. which is what makes the amount of emphasis placed upon it so hot. something immaterial and yet its alleged materiality must be defended at every turn. it must be worth warping your life around. it's real, isn't it? i assume everyone gets blushy and breathes heavily when they think about tools of manipulation.