dating me means dating my anxiety and my random spouts of depression it means dating my panic attacks at 11pm or 2 am or 5am or anytime of the day for that matter it means dating my mood swings where i get really upset over everything about me and all my insecurities and how i’m not good enough because i’m never good enough
I REALLY WANT A LONG COAT WITH (FAUX) FUR TRIM
yeah that’s all i had to say
endovelicus replied to your post “i’m beginning to realize that i wasn’t being fair to myself by…”
thank you, thank you, i’ll be here all week
i’m beginning to realize that i wasn’t being fair to myself by agonizing so much over this when i should have just done what makes me most comfortable. i’ve been a real wreck about this internally for a long time, and it would have felt so much better just being honest. i’m not going to say ‘i don’t know why i didn’t’—i know why i didn’t, and a lot of it has to do with my upbringing—but i should have.
and it feels really anti-climactic to say after all this intense introspective shit, especially since all my friends already know i’m queer (and pretty much all my friends are queer, that too) so this actually won’t matter at all, but going forward i’m going to ask to be called they/them—though she/her is actually ok, as long as he/him is used interchangeably, though that might get confusing so probably not. don’t know what kind of genderqueer that makes me, and i don’t really care. i just want to actually be comfortable in the way i interact with and am perceived by others, for possibly the first time in my life.
now to actually say this…elsewhere. hahaha.