Synfulrants - Patron Saint Of Roses

who up mourning the younger, more naive but also hopeful version of themselves

I will survive. Out of spite

my anhedonia is eating me alive so i’m making these mental illness memes to cope

they should make words that can properly communicate The Feeling of when youre thinking about The Character and its.

^these dont even fully express it. its insaner. they need to make a word for it

To truly, successfully eroticize the monstrous you must be brave enough to make the object in question actually ugly. At the heart of the fantasy is a person whose very form is so profoundly unacceptable that there is significant social stigma attendant upon finding them attractive - a person who feels deeply their own repulsiveness, who expects universal rejection for their appearance - and, crucially, another person who treats them as if they are beautiful.

For this to be effective, the monstrous character can't just be plain - they have to be wildly, fascinatingly unacceptable - prodigiously, fantastically, sublimely ugly. If you're anxious about the character not being hot you'll never pull it off because the entire fantasy is about not being afraid.

Hello hormonally intersex people, I'm here to kill the imposter syndrome demon in your head. Hypoandrogenism and hyperandrogenism are both enough to make a person intersex. And perisex children don't get put on hormones to correct their sex trait development. That only happens to intersex children.

You need to know that a doctor will almost never call you intersex, even if you straight-up have ambiguous genitalia, ovotestes, tits, and a penis, the doctor will tell you that you have a disorder, a syndrome, a deficiency, an excess, an abnormality. Never that you're intersex. You'll be told you're something wrong not that you are something else. The perisex medical establishment wants to separate us and deny we exist. Don't forget that, ok?

adults disciplining children: i think i will communicate with this brand new human in the loudest, rudest, most obnoxious and socially off-putting way possible

idk thinking about how sometimes you have to show up for people you aren't that close to, because sometimes you're just the person who's there. sometimes you invite a new friend to a party and end up having to sit with them through a panic attack. sometimes you run into an acquaintance on their worst day and they need to talk about what happened. sometimes someone is crying in a stairwell and you're the only one around to ask if they're okay. and none of this is "trauma dumping" or whatever the fuck it's just being there for people because you're the one in the room with them.

thinking again about vampirism as disability