Sometimes I think I'm really emotionally intuitive and other times, like today, I'm literally the stupidest person on earth.
Am exhausted from sudden travel for unexpected funera. Have not slept nearly enough the last few days. Am staying with my father's family which means zillions of relatives I barely know or outright dislike, trying to follow conversation in a dialect I don't understand, or else standing awkwardly in the doorways. Basically just my one cousin who deigns to speak English to me, plus her 6 month old and the puppy. The food is terrible I haven't seen a vegetable in 3 days. Have been running the funeral home/wake/funeral mass/cemetery rounds for the last 2 days and while my grief isn't as severe given we weren't close, it's still a horrible tragic death, there's a crying motherless 5 yr old, and I'm surrounded by people grieving in an already EXTREMELY messy family situation. My dad's cousin has managed to make fatphobic and homophobic jokes within 24 hrs. Also the Casual Racism of this entire branch of the family. Missing work unpaid, job interview prep, my fkin artist hasn't gotten back to me abt my tattoos.
Also me. Hey I wonder why I'm so on edge and exhausted???? A mystery I'll never solve
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How did my mind decide to celebrate disability pride month? Well what about overanalyzing everything I am doing/will be doing/have done, how wrong my body is (especially with how the fat just didn’t want to place itself the right places) and how little I matter to the world if not for what I can give others? I love my neurodivergent, gender dysphoric brain sometimes /s
Some snippets of what I just wrote since I am not comfortable with sharing all of it in fear of getting judged
Also I am not submitting this for sympathy. Actually I am not completely sure why I submit it? Maybe just because this is my blog and sometimes I just need to use it as a diary? Maybe somebody will see it and know they are not alone with these feelings? Maybe nobody sees it and I can delete this in the morning. But it is not for sympathy. You do not have to read or write anything to me. I am not trying to be petty for cloud. I am trying to share my experience of life. Thank you and good night.
“My mind is telling me I am a loss cause. That I will never be thin enough to get my top-surgery.
You are big and disgusting. You are a curious specimen. You are not built right. You are fat in all the wrong ways. You will never be seen as a man.
Don’t let the morning dehydration fool you - don’t get your hopes up when you push your elbows into your hips and hit the bone: it is all an illusion. You know it because you see it when looking in the mirror, when your hand grasp around your hips and is met with handfuls of lovehandle.
Why does boobies have to feel this icky and clammy and heavy and melty and just ... they are like rubber and rubber is not meant to be on your torso. Somebody glued bouncing balls to my chest and now they are melting in the sun. The synthetic material is being rejected by the skin on my body and so there’s no way around it: the boobs must get off - or get separated from the body somehow. Thank God for binders and sportsbras for being the protected filter between the chest and the rest.
Is writing this making me more dysphoric? Who knows? Maybe? Putting into words what I am feeling is a blessing and a curse.
Nothing people tell me these days is analyzed as fully positive in my mind - call me sensitive and I know it is code for being too whiny and awfully easy to tears. The killjoy at the party. Call me funny, kind, approachable, easy to talk to ect. and I know that is only because I am coping with the feeling of being alien that if I stop being something positive to others I will be left behind. Call me attractive and I know that is just the camera angle – that you don’t really see how misshapen I am irl. Call me talented and I know yet again this is all I am good for in the world - if I stop creating, I will be an empty shell of a person that only takes and are way too f*cked up to do anything useful.
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Zander wakes up to a text at like 3am from cain but it’s just a video of cheddar making biscuits and purring because cain can’t sleep
HE’S A HARD WORKING LITTLE MAN,,,, 😭 MAKING BISCUITS FOR IN THE MORNING,,,,
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