Oh?

oh?

This is what a REAL rape prevention campaign looks like

i want to start a new advise animal

the wolf who cries about dumb things.  wangst wolf? whiny-ass wolf?

wolf who would cry bully, like "can't get 11/11 off, sue for discrimination"

knock knock.......is anyone home?

dear self, or selfs or me, or yous. I am still feeling lost. and maybe the little slutcake i want to be is a fragment of shadow. but i'd wish to look the part it is sad i cannot change physical looks.

i am spiraling down into the bad place and want to be something so not me. But my terrible binary thinking tells me I cannot be a video game fantasy scifi nerd and go to clubs and dance all night with my girly girl wild buddies and collect men and hope not to be taken advantage of if in a drunken stupor.

I've thought something was me for so long. maybe it is fear of "omg you might likes it" or it is everything everyone thought I was.

horrible feelings of female sexuality and thinking, I'd be a better sexually aggressive slutcake and male.

it puts me into a wild panic in like I wish to claw at skin or thrash in the net that entraps me.

because it is how i can succeed.

others tell me not to fret, or I don't need it.

perhaps if i can love and tolerate those kinds, and hang with them I will be it.

hermitage and only having my head to keep my company is not good.

I think I am using these tags, the words wrong.  maybe I should draw a image of furfaggotory porportions.

Every time I see the words "By Steven Moffat" a little part of my feelings die.