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man. some of you just make me feel really fond when i see your urls. i know i only talk to like five of you, but i swear a bunch of you people are just cool. ...even if you thought i was a spambot at first. or a creepy dude. or a person you knew in middle school who somehow tracked you down.
its always weird to get one of those appointment reminder emails from the gyno "we look forward to seeing you!" son... its my malfunctioning hoohah... i really hope you don't
Here, a little song I made:
I know a place where everyone has Strep Everyone has Strep Everyone has Strep
I know a place where EVERYONE has strep And it is called MY JOB
/rents 17′ U-haul truck for monday /reads over user manual /has a real and serious panic about if truck is a stick shift or not
(its not)
(i almost cried)
My Sunday job is ushering for a four hour long Jesus concert
I have delved into a mindset of chill tbh.
i only glanced vaguely at a graduate studies information session sheet but i feel like my intestines just tried to crawl out of me
A thing about me:
I have a hormonal imbalance. My body just doesn’t produce things at the so-called “right” levels. Sexual attraction and arousal are not my things.
So, I was prescribed hormonal birth control for my acne. And you know what? I am fucking dying. I cannot control myself. I see people and instead of liking them the way I like pretty photos or a nice day at the beach, I want to touch them. This is killing me. I do not like this. I cannot stand this.
I cannot stand myself. I had a fucking freak out when I first figured out that I was asexual and I called myself a freak and a broken thing and an abomination in my head for months and months, but then I got over it. So now that I have apparently jumped to the other side of this spectrum I am intensely bothered.
I really, really like not worrying about my acne, and my hair has gotten shinier, which makes me happy because I like having shiny hair. But this other stuff? Men are pretty. Women are pretty. Perfume smells nice instead of cloying. I keep waking up feeling all coiled tight like a spring, on the edge of weird dreams about other bodies. I get distracted easily. I keep treating all my attractive friends weird now.
I am trying to decide if this is worth it, I guess. And I’m really not on the side of this being worth it so far.
