So im going to therapy again, and they let me have a little input on what kind of therapist I could have, so I said “this is gonna sound like a joke, but it’s not, I want your wokest therapist, your bluest blue hair, your queerest queer if you will.” And they fuckin’ came THROUGH
i'll read about literally any kink. i'm either getting horny from it or i'm studying it like some kind of sex anthropologist. i just like Knowing About Things
feeling very bad don’t know what exactly is wrong could be the multiple disorders or the childhood trauma or the bad weather or the nutritional deficiencies or the lack of sleep or my hormones or the curses or my father or the loud noises or
i hate how physical touch as a love language gets reduced to sex and kissing when it's more like... handholding, laying your head on their shoulder, putting your legs over their lap, tracing their palm, tucking your feet under their thighs. just touching for touching's sake.