I wrap the parchment, I put the parchment into the thin glass bottle, I cork the bottle, I throw the bottle into the sea. I lie awake, darin
Here to beg you to share this message in a bottle, and help it make its way around the seas! 🌊🌊🌊

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@theyearningpirate
I wrap the parchment, I put the parchment into the thin glass bottle, I cork the bottle, I throw the bottle into the sea. I lie awake, darin
Here to beg you to share this message in a bottle, and help it make its way around the seas! 🌊🌊🌊
I've always been by myself and enjoyed the freedom that comes with it
I've also not craved a relationship ever, except for the few times I've been enamoured with someone enough - but even then, if feels more like an inconvenience than a need ("I enjoy your company so much I'm willing to put up with the fear of losing what I perceive as my independence, directly tied to my perceived safety" - is that healthy?)
I don't often feel horny, or have sexual thoughts about people I know or strangers (I've never seen someone on the street and thought "I wish we could have sex!"), or even erotic dreams really - at least not in the traditional sense.
I had a dream where my beloved died, and that freaked me out. I had one dream about us having maybe some sort of sexual experience, and that freaked me out more, and it felt foreign and weird. I have a lot of dreams about them going to prison or turning into zombies or running away or something, and that I can at least deal with. I've had a lot of dreams where our legs touched or our arms, and we just kinda existed together
I've not really craved or felt the need for sex with anyone - though I've been curious about sex and kissing and how it would feel to sex and kiss people I'm into. If I would like it, if I would hate it or I'd just be kinda neutral to it. Masturbating is pleasurable, though I mostly do it out of boredom; it would be interesting to try sexual act out, and see if they differ. I also think kink is curious and looks fun, looks like something I would theoretically enjoy if I had the chance to explore it with the right person. Out of curiosity more than out of need, like trying a food because I want to experience it rather than because I'm hungry
I would be curious to see how it is to be held and kissed in bed, and to cuddle and fall asleep wrapped around eachother. I've never had it, I've never missed it, I don't know if I'd like it or not. Once again, I wish I could try it with someone I'm into, in a safe space with zero expectations that I might or might be into it. Theirs head resting gently on my lap, my hand in their hair, caressing them
I've also never had someone look into my eyes and tell me I'm handsome or beautiful, or look into my soul and tell me they love me - I'm not sure If I would cringe at it and run away, or find out that I was missing it all along. Or if I'd appreciate for what it is and go on with my life.
Sometimes I wish I could get to try these things because I'm [redacted age] and it's getting a little weird that I've not tried them. Or maybe I don't care about that, and I'm just worried that if I discover I'd enjoy them, then I've missed out. Or perhaps still, I'm in love (a rarity, really; I'm still uncertain if I can even love *that* way) and that's why I'm thinking these thoughts about what we could be if only I dipped my toe in these unknown waters. What does that make me? Who knows. I don't super need to know, though it would make explaining a bit easier!
Bestie I can feel rejected by things you wouldn’t even think of
@gods please take RSD back I don't want it
[ID: A simply drawn comic featuring two characters, a green one on the left and a maroon one on the right. Both hold their phone. The top of the panel says "the joys of Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria" in a fancy font.
At the top of the panel, the green one shows a text bubble saying "Wanna hang out tomorrow? 🌱". They look embarrassed but hopeful.
Below, the maroon character has a text bubble replying "sorry, I'm busy, maybe another time? (:". The character has a neutral expression.
At the bottom of the panel, the green character is pictured having their head exploded, with a sad expression. Their text bubble says "Okay, no problem! ✨". Below that is a jagged, red thought bubble saying "Oh god they fucking hate me I suck I am a rat I should never have texted them I should stop being friends with them they don't want to see me anyway I am only bothering them". END ID]
Friend: Don't you want to have a romance?
Me: I'm good, I have romance at home.
Romance I have at home:
I want a relationship that is completely undefinable by any existing labels or words. Like, we're so close and we hug and kiss each other's foreheads and cuddle and travel and explore together, and we get along so well and have so much in common. But at the same time, our relationship isn't fully romantic or fully platonic; it's a completely separate, open-to-interpretation thing that we tweaked as needed, and we have our own boundaries and things we are and aren't comfortable with, and we respect each other in every way, shape, and form.
Felt.
The queer experience ✨🏳️🌈 (and don't get me started on figuring out my gender, that would take at least the same amount of space and time [I *will* make a comic about that as well, very soon! c:])
[ID: A comic about sexuality. It starts with the bisexual flag that says "as a teen, I realized I was interested in both boys and girls and I thought that meant I was bisexual".
Then, it goes to the pan flag and says "I later noticed that gender didn't matter to me at all - just the individual people I liked; pansexual?".
Then there is a lesbian flat with text "at times I also thought I could not possibly like the opposite gender; was I a lesbian trying to fit in?".
Then there is a straight black and white striped flat that says "at other times I thought I was straight, just pretending to be queer to show off".
Then there is an asexual flag with writing "growing older, I noticed I rarely even have sexual attraction to other people* does that make me ace?" and a small demisexual flag saying "*unless it's good friends I have a deep connection with - demisexual?".
Then there is an aromantic flat that says "I also don't crave romantic relationships like others do*, would that make me aro?" with a smaller demiromantic flag that reads "*unless they are very untraditional and with friends I already have a deep connection with - demiromantic?"
At the bottom of the comic there is a simple figure looking up at the flags and text above it, confused, with question marks around them. END ID]
Love to me
feels like
acid reflux.
A spiky
shameful
sickly
ball of bile
I'm
afraid
to let
out.
I've
learned
to keep
it hidden inside.
It burns sometimes.
[ID: A simple sketch drawn on a notes app, showing the text above written around a simply drawn humanoid figure. The figure has a green spiky ball inside, and their expression is slightly upset. END ID]
Your partner actually LIKING you as a friend is important. Romantic love is not enough.
i am once again experiencing urges and desires
feeding her stuffie must live on....
I wrap the parchment, I put the parchment into the thin glass bottle, I cork the bottle, I throw the bottle into the sea. I lie awake, darin
Here to beg you to share this message in a bottle, and help it make its way around the seas! 🌊🌊🌊
Maybe it could be, if only
incomprehensible mass of darkness and eyes is a pretty cute look for a girl
half avoidant on my father's side
the wretched world of verbalizing things
near life experience