I notice that one of my friend circles has a running joke that everyone is secretly in love with one another. It's a group of primarily bi & hetero cis men who will randomly pretend to lean in for a kiss or make jokes about how they're going to make out later. It's all good-natured and fun, and really just a light hearted way for them to express affection and make jokes about sexuality in a comfortable space.
However, I also notice this sort of unspoken boundary that I can't cross into the same sort of humor. Despite having made it clear (in my own opinion) that I'm not interested in any of them—or romance & sex with other people in general—I sense a discomfort whenever I try to make similar jokes. I'm easily identifiable as afab (not really "out" as agender) & it's known that I've been in relationships with men in the past so maybe they just assume I'm straight or that there's the possibility for it to be more than a joke.
Part of me questions if this has to do with the tendency to consider homo relationships as less significant or "real" (I know several cis hetero relationships where the boyfriends don't consider their girlfriends cheating if they do anything with women). Could it be that there's some sort of internalized belief that any expression of attraction to men has to be satirical for them? Despite also being exploratory in their sexualities with other men as a very real experience?
But the other part of me knows it's that they don't believe in my lack of attraction & interest in relationships with them. They don't believe in my own assessment of my feelings. They don't believe in my discovery and trust in myself. They don't trust that even if something were to change in my feelings that I would be open to communicating with them and willing to change the way I acted. Maybe they're just afraid to try or experience any change at all in the friendship we have now. But regardless it still makes me sad that I can't explore that same playfulness and fluidity of relationships that they feel safe enough to experience with each other. Maybe it's just that we're not close enough in general and I've been misunderstanding the entire dynamic. I don't know.
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I need to shout about Distraction for a minute, so bear with me.
First off, ouch. Big fucking ouch. That thing has been licking the wound it helped create ever since it came out.
Second of all, the repetition of "it's too late for me" always being the background noise to an otherwise quite quiet song, other than the breakdown, is absolutely diabolical. The breakdown feels like a panic attack. A complete and utter mental breakdown finished with a scream-sob of something that has permeated the whole song; it's too late for me. It's always been too late, even with the help of Her, She who is not like any other and is far more than one could ask for, it's too late.
It's always been too late. She found him in the cold waters, on the verge of drowning in self hatred and tried to pull him up, but he didn't want to get Her hand damp. He is not worthy of it all and he screams for the final time for Her to let go because it's too late.
And then everything stops. We are back to the beginning; the quiet, repeatative beat of an anxious heart.
What makes it worse? Distraction is a loop. Starts on the same chord and ends on the exact same one with the same beat. She comes back again and again but it's still too late.
Distraction is a loop of self hatred laced with the inner turmoil of a Thing that doesn't believe it can ever get better because it fears the help of others. It believes it's not worthy of touch, and so rots in falling further again as it warps into something it never wanted to be; broken into fractions and driven to distraction.
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My brain when I'm sleeping: let's make the most insanely elaborate world building in your dreams, have you have deep meaningful connections to entirely fictional people and plotlines that would make really rich and fascinating stories if you were able to put them in words once you're woken up.
My brain, once I'm woken up: you cannot put that in words, but I've given you the indescribable feeling of grieving a loss of something or someone that never really existed in the first place. Have a good day!
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had a cup of coffee last night — i do not usually drink coffee, not for any big reason, just because deviations from my routine have to be planned and when other drinks are on offer i default to the one i am most familiar with, and because i don’t usually drink coffee i didn’t realize that the caffeine would actually make my brain function the way that i am now certain my brain should be functioning. like i usually take an entire day to shower or cook or whatever it is but i cleaned the entire apartment and made my salad as well, and there was none of the “lying down for 3 hours for no reason doing nothing” in between? and now i am feeling very tangled and sad because i honestly did not realize my brain full on does work different on a lot of levels, and will need accommodations for things
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