Hi, I'm Sheep, you know me from posts (or not!)
I make music under the label ꙮHꚛneyLλmbdaꙮ
Check it out~ https://honeylambda.bandcamp.com/
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Jules of Nature

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
will byers stan first human second

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if i look back, i am lost

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@sugary--sheep
Hi, I'm Sheep, you know me from posts (or not!)
I make music under the label ꙮHꚛneyLλmbdaꙮ
Check it out~ https://honeylambda.bandcamp.com/
Getting ready for sugary sheep's first clock-in
Hearing covers of toby fox songs exaggerate backing melodies that are mainly there to add texture and harmony and smiling because I also did that with a cover of a toby fox song, and since then, I have also done the reverse: adding a quiet barely-audible backing melody to a song that makes other elements sound better.
Doobles of Aqua and Seth as real humans :)
make your dad run for his life
i'm privy to piggy images that would leave you weeping
if only you could see them
cute fat little piggies.
what if ringabel from bravely second endlayer was a fat girl
Secret Technique of the Mensa Temple: Bullet-Deflecting Palm
bunny
man im high af thought house was talkin to a mini wilson
God everyday some higher up in the Ukrainian government will say people in Donbass are a degenerate unthinking population who don’t want to be part of Ukraine and need to be re-educated and Ukrainianised and then you go online and people who geniunely think of themselves as left wing are saying landback to Ukraine 💀 You really have to laugh so you don’t cry
the cistgirlmaomao project is a failure
was trying to make a proper sona but it didn’t really work out. still a cool cat i guess
I never really wanted to get into this on here but I want to talk about it now so nobody can stop me.
honestly one of the worst things is that I knew. a lot of people talk about not knowing they were trans until xyz event where they realized and went through whatever hardships and then transitioned. people talk about repression and discovery and all these things. and those are all powerful and important experiences I don't see myself as above them in any way. but I knew.
I was never an egg, I was never in denial. when I was 3 years old I dreamed I was a princess. I know this because my family retells it as a funny story. I tried to wear my sister's clothes regularly, I asked people why there wasn't a word for the reverse of a tomboy, I put on makeup, I used she/her pronouns online since I first learned to read and write.
I don't bring this up to do this "I've always been a woman deep down, so you should listen to me as super valid Mr psychologist gatekeeper". my point is that it didn't matter.
I knew, and it didn't matter. it wasn't an issue of having to figure out who I was and then realizing that. it's that who I am was intentionally killed and locked away at every turn. it's not that I didn't realize I was a girl, it's that I wasn't allowed to be one. I was hurt and punished and sent to conversion therapy repeatedly. I can't "go back in time and tell my younger self to save her years of struggle". it wouldn't matter. it wouldn't change anything at all. the issue wasn't a lack of information. it's a lack of power. kids and trans kids especially are subject to so much abuse and we have no power to do anything about it. it is such a great tragedy beyond words. knowing what you want to do and wear and say and be, that you want this name and these pronouns and that cute dress, and being powerless to do anything about it anyway. forced to wear clothes picked out for you by a guardian, only able to use pre-approved nicknames online. only allowed to engage in these specific hobbies and have these specific friends. all of whom treat you like garbage. but it doesn't matter. it doesn't even matter if you know it's unjust, there's no way to do anything about it. it is perhaps the most powerless position anyone can be in. there is no level of knowledge or personal strength that will get you out of it. you just have to shut off until enough time passes for the law to deem you as worthy of being a person.
I think that's a big part of why I'm like this now, once you see that powerlessness, when you experience the depths of hopelessness and disenfranchisement, you can never unsee it. it does something to you
it's easier to think that I did something wrong. that if I were smarter or stronger or cleverer I could've figured it out. and that when I did get out of that place, that it was due to my strength. but the reality is it wasn't. none of it was my fault, and that's almost harder to handle. there's no amount of trial or belief or hope or self knowledge that can magically warp the world to be kind to you. when I got away it's because I was a legal adult. that's it, that's all that changed. the only thing holding me back that entire time
midna sketchy!