You know what, you people need to learn that going into someone’s ask box and reconciling with complex dialogue about their identity and who they are is a fucking complex human interaction, something that outside of the internet would be strange and all-too-familiar made in such an off the cuff manner.
You guys have to realize that all of this happening on here is actually very real, and there are real fucking people you’re talking to, and sometimes you’re going to get very real human responses if you decide to overstep your boundaries, or ignore the boundary completely, just because the internet offers you a modicum of anonymity. No, you’re still very much having a very real, personal interaction. And I reserve the right to respond like a human in real life and real time.
A lot of this is also really severe body dysmorphia that I’ve been dealing with and trying to work with. So far, it’s been a difficult battle. I really don’t want to see pictures of my body and have deleted most of my selfies.
Yeah - these were the same Fairy Terns that chose an empty block next to a building site last yeah - I’d wandered over to see why there were so many plant pots and buckets half buried in the sand, and discovered that while there were warning signs put up around the block, they were only put up on three sides of the block :( Was very sad to hear about the massacre - loosing that many adults and chicks is a serious blow to the species
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please keep your cats indoors.
While there is little an individual can usually do to stem the tide of environmental destruction, proper domestic animal management is one thing that individuals can actually help a lot.
This means not releasing any pet into the wild where it can be invasive, be that pet a cat, fish, reptile or what have you. Goldfish are invasive. Rats are invasive. Cats are not an exception.
I am in a very strange place right now, and if you want to know the truth, I am struggling a little with gender expression and, perhaps, gender identity. I don’t feel quite comfortable in extremely feminine clothes right now, but it’s strange, because I still feel feminine and I still identify as a woman. But it seems a little fuzzy and unclear sometimes, and asking myself questions about how I identify really just unnerves me completely. When I think about gender, I just feel exhausted.
I think that is largely due to a much wider existential and identity crisis I am currently experiencing. It’s been a category 7 apotheosis, the apocalypse has dawned on my dusky sense of self and deleted everything I thought I once knew. I don’t know who I am at all or who I could be. It is the very first time in a long time that I feel this way. And to be very honest the only reason it has been so long is because I have struggled with severe depersonalization in the past, and as a child, where I couldn’t even recognize my own face in the mirror. So I’ve held onto every minute detail of myself that could serve as a damning piece of evidence should I have to face that depersonalization again.
Well, it has definitely come back. And this time, it’s not me being unable to recognize my face, it’s something rather the opposite. I’m so tired of pretending to know. I have no idea, and everything I once did, and everything I once loved, and every way I adorned myself and my spaces is utterly inadequate and limp. I hate it. The only certainties that remain are my absolute loves, of course, things I could never give up. Film, music, Joanna Newsom, etc.
I’ve been, and will continue to be on, hiatus for that reason. I’m glad I know what it is now, though. Because before I was just so depressed and dissatisfed with no idea why. I feel like a baby, like I’m at year 0.
yall on here: kljfhlskdjghslkjg us gays are useless! lol we cant do anything right ugdigxixhlcohc cant cook, cant drive, cant read, CANT count. we just out here being big gay disasters! asdfghjgfdkjfk we’re all just a bunch of big clueless dumbasses :) <3
