Put Any Noun Or Pronoun You Like, And All Of Us Who Struggle With This Exactly Relate, Regardless. Living

Put any noun or pronoun you like, and all of us who struggle with this exactly relate, regardless. Living in the imperial core of capitalism that we call American "society" here, those of us whom possess characteristics that are kind to, considerate for, or curious about others, we're the first to receive clipped wings.

There weren't safe spaces in those formative years anywhere around for queer kids our age in most places outside of even the largest cities here.

While there exists degrees of bitterness, emptiness, shells too, the person(s) within this brain exist thick layers richness, tenderness, and a warmth radiating between the barriers required to keep it alive.

“She’s so sweet she’s always going out of her way to help others” quick someone give that girl all the love and safe space she deserves before being “sweet” (pathological people pleasing as a trauma response) destroys her and leaves behind a bitter empty shell of a person

basically lmao

*the bussy agrees and takes cash, credit, or snacky snacks*

Due to personal reasons I’d like to be nutted in

This is a great post, especially for us disabled lovelies. Frankly, not enough people, able-bodied cis men from my experience, understand this. Breaks during sex is sex itself. Sex isn't only about penetration, though whichever holes that may be is completely valid!

For those of us who have survived multiple sexual traumas, dissociation is a fight that takes up so much energy between our nervous system coming online to protect us from further "harm" in the moment, despite the moment being safe to our logical reasoning or understanding.

Logic rarely works on calming the nervous system when it's our amygdala running the show instead of our frontal lobes or whatever other parts of our brains which induce calmness and pleasure.

Personally, having PTSD, long COVID, fibromyalgia, sleep apnea, depression, anxiety, nerve dysfunction, limited mobility without assistive devices, these disabilities and more are often isolating too in an inherently ableist/eugenic society like the United States. Peppering that in with queerness and living in a state with the poorest health, economic, education, and governance outcomes, often anything pleasurable like sex brings distress when your whole day in life is trying to keep calm in a system that needs you to be so close to death's door and never enough to have either communal or self actualization.

Between and throughout the fun poking in the sheets, being held is everything to me.

You have a complex relationship with your body and need to keep some/all of your clothes on during sex?

That's okay, what you're wearing looks good on you.

You need to take a lot of breaks doing anything intimate because you're easily overwhelmed?

I understand, I'm just happy to be here with you.

You're on medication that impacts your libido/makes reaching orgasm really difficult?

No pressure, tell me what feels good for you, and if you get frustrated we can do something else together.

Sex isn't going to look the same for everybody and that's fine, that's normal.

Sometimes you don't orgasm, sometimes you need to stop because your mood changes out of nowhere, sometimes you get really self conscious and need accommodations to take your mind off of it.

People are too complex for everybody to go about it the same, just keep doing what feels best for you, regardless of how different it may seem from other people's experiences.

how hard is it to ask for the protection within community in the same settings which have and are given very little space?

this isn't the fault of community, just unfortunate proximity is what determines fate in this epoch destitute of all things humane.

don't forget that our existence matters, too.

amazing art 🤧