Canceling often means someone gets fucked... just not in the literal sense of the word.

And by me, I mean my partner. They booked the tickets.

Thank you. I needed to get it out in the world.

Decided to go tweet tweet where he still has an account.

I adore Cannibal Holocaust and was so excited for Green Inferno. Then I saw it. The poop scene was where I knew it was going to be awful.

Have you seen The Contestant? It has such a similar vibe.

Now, I’m becoming myself, but I feel like I wasted 10 years with someone that literally could not handle me at my worst: broken, scared, and actually needing support instead of always giving it. I am desperately hoping that this lost feeling goes away and the hurt eases off.

In the nearly two years since this happened, I’ve grown so much. I learned I am autistic, and I learned that I am very much gay. I wish I could have learned these things with the support of someone that swore they’d love me forever.

My boyfriend and my husband decided they couldn’t deal with my need for reassurance and constant anxiety. They both dumped me on the same week.