Writing about my relationship to gender is so fun because I'm always like "it's buried treasure. it's also a landmine. it also means nothing to me. it's the only thing i think about"

Good afternoon friends!! I have two pieces out in @corporeallitmag.bsky.social about dry eye disease and uhh The Fear of Aging. Stuff like that. Oooooh you wanna read them so bad ⏱️😵‍💫⏱️

guys my mom just had a sitcom level fuckup talking mad shit on a coworker she thought she properly hung up the phone with LOOOOOOOOOOL

first energy drink in a year is motivating me to do a lot rn and I'm ngl this sets a horrible precedent LOL

big week coming up for people who love to share my writing (me)

my mom keeps shouting obscenities from the living room and I keep thinking something bad happened but she's just throwing at gin rummy on Facebook LMAO

I should be wearing a collar that sends an electric shock each time I check my email more than once in a half hour

God just put a whole ass spider cricket on my bed (and then on my leg 🙂) instead of asking me if I'd rather just be killed outright. Which I would've said yes to

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this is actually how it feels to be going through it in many ways but not know how to properly vent it through your art

Awake at 2:30am thinking deeply about how to strengthen and build interpersonal connections and change my life so that I can wake up in 7 hours and do the bare minimum all day

OCD is like a blind bag but instead of getting a Calico Critter you either stare at and photograph your hairline for 3 hours or sit on your bed for 3 hours and think really hard until you're satisfyingly convinced that you're not evil

Gender is a performance and it's the school play. Mom and dad are recording me, they are so proud of their Boy. I'm stammering at the audience, pants fully pissed, panic attacking. Everyone is endeared regardless. "Such a sweet Boy. He is not good at performing, though."

sorry what's the bit

Had the self-control to walk away from the fridge without grabbing a diet coke but my instinct was to say "I want aspartame so baaaad" as I did it — am I cooked

God just put a whole ass roach on my bed instead of asking me if I'd rather just be killed outright. Which I would have said yes to

Being obliterated by OCD but it's undoing my writer's block lmaoooo

Currently rejectionmaxxing but I'm also submissionmaxxing at a faster pace so surely good news is coming my way

Awake at almost 3am thinking about the mspaint tier list I made last year ranking cereal mascots based on how much gender envy they elicited from me