CW: Dysphoria, Dysmorphia, Disability, the big three baby
currently in that fascinating, painful intersection of bottom dysphoria, weight dysmorphia, and disability frustration where it feels like my body is the equivilent of that junk pc built from all the old, thrown out parts that people didn't want anymore, and everyone keeps promising that eventually they'll upgrade and i'll get yet another round of second handed stuff. hope someday i have a body i actually want to wake up in
re: CW: Dysphoria, Dysmorphia, Disability, the big three baby
"hey millie are you a top or a bottom? dom or sub?" well in theory i'm a switch and a verse, thanks for asking, but in practice it hurts to masturbate due to hrt and disability, and there is precisely one person on the planet who is attracted to me and even then i don't feel worthy of that attention, so just put me down as N/A
re: CW: Dysphoria, Dysmorphia, Disability, the big three baby
that stifling feeling when every instinct tells you to self harm for attention, but the only person who would notice is someone you love, someone who already knows, nobody else cares, nobody else would bat an eye, what do i gain from crying for attention to any empty room
re: CW: Dysphoria, Dysmorphia, Disability, the big three baby
nothing about my body works, nothing about it is right, i'm too big and too wide and slow and everything hurts, i buy sex toys and lingerie and i feel like a carbon copy of the 'man in a dress' jokes in old movies, and this is only going to get read by one person who already knows how much it hurts, i don't know why i'm writing this but it needs to be somewhere other than my head