RAHHHH CONNIE MY LOVE
i love you nonbinary people named sock and leaf and twig and shoe and fucking microwave for all i care i love you nonbinary people with weird names i love you nonbinaries who can give themselves names they love and put up with people giving them shit for naming themselves frog i love you self confidence i love you
Do y’all think siblings in medieval times would look at the little beasts in illuminated manuscripts and point at each other like ‘ha! ‘Tis thou!’
God grant me the strength to do the things I enjoy
kanade being taken care of ^_^
Lyrics from Oleander by Mother Mother ^^^
gotta say i don't like how many "how to pass ftm" guides are straight up just like. be monotone and uninterested and don't engage in your "feminine" hobbies and don't wear bright colors and don't be polite and don't smile at people and don't show emotion ever. like how precisely is this a healthy thing to be teaching people (especially the young people these are often targeted at)??? i am a bubbly boy. a cheerful chap. a merry man. a good-humored guy. a glowing gent. a veritable ray of fucking sunshine and i am NOT toning that down!!!! fuck you!!!!!!!
On the third day of pride, I just want to remind you that it is not shameful to be in the closet. Not this month. Not any month.
It’s shameful that people have scared you with their words and actions to the point that you need to hide who you are.
It’s shameful that people are outed against their will by people who they trust. It’s shameful that people are outed by strangers who are just assholes. It’s shameful that people are forced to come out because they’re manipulated by people who can’t respect boundaries.
The closet is stressful and tiring and can feel suffocating and alienating. I don’t know of a single queer who has enjoyed the experience of being closeted.
But it’s not shameful to protect yourself. it’s not shameful to make the best decisions for you that keep you safe until you can find a better, more open, more joyous place.
And you can still have joy in the closet. You are as queer in that closet as you are outside of it, and I’d rather you stay safe in it until it’s safe for you outside of it.
To all my closeted queers: I love you. I see you. Pride is for you, too.
Never kill yourself.
I’m actually so fucking mad because why the hell is the creepypasta fandom so fucking stupid. For context I’ve been provided screenshots talking about sickoftulip (in the great 2025…) and how the blog created to spread the doc felt like a set up. You want the truth? I’ll give you the truth.
I wrote the doc. I was the individual by the name of Charlie in the doc. I was asked to help out because of petty drama and I accepted because the drama involved me and I was in a HORRIFIC MENTAL STATE due to circumstances out of my control and the influence of freaks around me who made me (and my friends by extension who ALSO HELPED ON THE DOC) believe the points brought up were valid in the way they were.
If it makes you feel any better, one of the “testimonies” in the doc was by a groomer (Claws / scourgethecat67 / 2000semocat). Did you know that? I bet not.
We made up with Tulip because guess what? We talked out our issues and realized it was fucking stupid. That was that. We deleted the doc, deleted the blog, and that was the end of it. I cannot believe some of you FREAKS are still talking about this doc like it’s relevant when the drama ended IN MAY OF 2024.
You’re all sick. Most of the people doing this are ADULTS. We are TEENAGERS.
I don’t want to talk about this after this post. This topic makes me sick to my stomach because of the state I was in while working on the doc. I’m still recovering, still healing, and seeing GROWN ASS ADULTS bring this shit up is actually sickening to me. Especially the ones who WERE NOT INVOLVED IN THE SLIGHTEST. You all joined in just to make fun of a teenager and thinking about that is repulsive.
Just stop. It’s over and done with, and we all have better things to do than linger on teen drama. Believe me, I didn’t want to talk about this again after all these months, but unfortunately, nothing ever goes the way I want.