Friday morning sermon
there is no aging out of having fun. there is no expiration date for joy. if you see someone freely and unabashedly expressing themself in a way that is ultimately harmless, and you balk because you think that person should have "grown out" of whatever it is that's bringing them happiness by now: you have GOT to start asking yourself questions. where did you learn to treat enjoyment the way a grocery store treats blemished fruit, sooner sent to the landfill than the malnourished? who benefits from the narrative that aging and spiritual suppression go hand in hand? and what harmless amusements, dear neighbor, are you telling yourself that you're not allowed to indulge anymore, for fear of scalding judgment by so many shame-filled strangers who don't even know your name?
Your abuser’s opinions of you are not who you are.
reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts
“People think being alone makes you lonely, but I don’t think that’s true. Being surrounded by the wrong people is the loneliest thing in the world.”
— Unknown
not to be annoying but i don't see like any aseuxal/aro rep in most pride month posts so remember to pour one out for the homies
You deserve to keep searching for things that bring you joy. You deserve to be in a community that embraces you as you are. You are supposed to be part of society, and you are more valuable than what purpose you have, what your usefulness is.