And I’m like…. bro just don’t sexualize people without asking first. It isn’t that complicated. We don’t need to list everything that consent isn’t, just don’t grab random strangers. Like Wtf?!

What happened?

I wanted to see him to go full gollum and jump on elons back. Elons mommy robbed me of that timeline, and I will never forgive her for that.

Knock yourself out lol https://bsky.app/profile/laughingfluff.bsky.social/post/3jzmiord3xg22

What’s the weird little squiggly @ symbol?

I got really high and wrote several paragraphs about how being a depressed and nonbinary is like George Orwells 1984, and Lovecraft. I’m definitely weird little freak (derogatory) and I kind of deserve that title. lmao

The strangest thing? People could only be afraid when I let them see into my mind. Only knowledge of my knowledge could drive people to understand why I flinched at my own reflection. So I repeatedly unlearned the realization. The disapproval didn’t hurt, the unwillingness to comprehend did.

Except the cosmic horror wasn’t a being of infinite vastness, that stood as a reminder of our insignificance. The cosmic horror was my own reflection, my own voice, reminders of my social role, compliments or insults that reminded me of my sex. I was the horror, afraid, trying to see itself.

These worlds of oppressive ignorance. Where the act of knowing was the punishment for trying to know. The act of describing, an emotionally straining experience that seemingly drained all energy. The inevitable pushback to that forbidden knowledge driving it back into the dark. I understood.

“Indescribable horror beyond my wildest comprehension” is how I would describe my sense of self before having the words to articulate my own feelings. 1984 is another book I felt a kinship too. The idea of articulating a thought with no words. Painfully I understood.