I started this blog/twitter to help me process and understand my sexuality and my journey to orgasm during sex. I’d like to pick it back up to focus more on my journey to understanding myself and my sexuality as I transition and processing all of the trauma I unpack as I go.
I just rocked the vote for @themisterayres for 2023 @XBIZ Awards the adult industry's biggest night and capstone to @X3expo the biggest creator show in the world! https://t.co/6gyYxj1Ers
Having another really hard night. Really struggling. I’m going to bed, but if y’all want to leave positive support it’d be a better way to start my day tomorrow
most embarrassing email exchange I ever had:
- Sent an email
- They replied & called me "Mautice"
- I reply with a stink about how my name is properly spelled and that it's actually really important to me
- They told me to check my 1st email
- I had misspelled my own name
@_aceinthehole What do you mean by trust doctors? Like trust them to take care of my needs? Trust them to treat me like a human and not a paycheck? Trust that they know enough to treat me? Trust that they won’t send me for unneccesary testing/diagnosis/meds? All of the above?
@_aceinthehole We have this argument all the time at work. The men in the office tend to like ice and the women tend to like cold or room temp, at least from our office sample. I think partially because our office is so cold already.
I was a little worried about turning in my accommodations letter, but the school granted me them without me having to update my documentation (last done in 2011) and my professor emailed right back thanking me and saying all adjustments on her end had already been handled
@dizzygirl812 It’s normal and okay for it to be really hard. just because it is hard and you are crying doesn’t mean you aren’t doing well with this. This is a very normal and healthy part of grieving and healing. Listen to yourself and your needs and in time things will get better
@dizzygirl812 This gets better, but it does take time. I kept replaying things over & over in my head. Seeing his worst moments. I had horrible dreams about him. Guilt. In time I was able to remember the good moments, the loving & snuggly ones. It’s still fresh, it’s normal, it will get better