That Unique Queer Feel When You Discover That A Significant Portion Of A Friend Group Has Fucked(or Does

That unique queer feel when you discover that a significant portion of a friend group has fucked(or does so on a regular basis) and you’ve never been invited 🥲

It isn’t a problem - it doesn’t impact my relationships with any of those people - but it still feels bad and I should acknowledge that instead of trying to bury it in how I “should” feel. It’s not even about the sex, honestly, but the feeling of not being included in something that my friends share with each other in my absence. Like am I killing a vibe by being in the room since y’all could be fooling around if I wasn’t?

It helps to refocus on the joy I get from my interactions with all those folks, I certainly don’t feel any *less* loved, but I’m prone to worrying about being on the periphery of friend groups- second choice but never first for reasons I don’t fully understand. It digs at some deep-rooted insecurities 🙃

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