brain being broken, sex
why is it that when I see people I'd like to fuck being even vaguely flirty I'm immediately filled with self-loathing? I think maybe I just feel safer when I know it's not on the cards, like the possibility of them being interested in sex means that if they're not interested in [i]me[/i], that's a failing on my part. fuck sake, brain.
brain being broken, sex, getting pretty negative and unpleasantly envious
doesn't help that the whole damned queer world seems to be in big polycules and I'm off on my own feeling utterly worthless