Had my first, real flying dream last night.
I’ve been much better about remembering my dreams in the last few months, largely due (I think) to figuring stuff out about myself and being more psychologically healthy in general. I don’t remember a whole lot of the specifics, only the sensation of speed and freedom. Very intense. Very nuts. What a rush!
Instead of missing it when I woke up I just felt healthy and rejuvenated, which is what I think dreams should do.
More motivation to practice lucid dreaming, I suppose.
Probably the most absurd aspect of my existence now is that I was raised Catholic.
I’d say something like 70 to 80% of the time, I can “deal,” for lack of a better word, with my current existence. I may have to present as a male but I can feel content inside because I know that things are progressing so that I won’t have to stay this way. If I made it through seven years of male puberty (relatively) unscathed, surely I can stand another year of this bullshit?
But then there are some days where it’s just not going to happen. I’m trapped in my own goddamn skin…and this is before we even look at the fact that my soul/consciousness/whatever isn’t actually human. When my demonic side flares up I NEED physical attention—make-outs, sex, fondling, whatever. Luckily I’ve established a few friends who are down for more casual bits of fun-times but it’s summer so they’ve all gone home.
If there’s a point to this post, it’s that vibrators are the best friends you’ll ever have.
Guilty Magic.Frantic Empire. I like this.
Foresaken gods x)
Rancid Slaves :MG:
Foresaken Rage… suena genial :D
Evil Empire, ¡La cumbia! :D Aunque no sea cumbia ._.
Insane Gods !!!!!!! xd la wea suena muy la raja
Frantic tendencies… fome la wea
Holy Empire !!
Foresaken Magic…is so gay name for a metal band (okay)
actually cool whoa
original source only-in-our-life-we-suffer
Fiber-optic clothing from Lumigram
Sometimes, even when I’m not trying to present as female, people still call me a girl. I always feel super flustered and freeze up whenever this happens—partly out of “WHAT DO I DO NOW!?” emotions, partly out of joy.
I need to get better at this.
i don’t really feel like my kin identity makes me feel separate from this world (not that there’s anything wrong with that), i think it’s a combination of some things.
knowing that i’m kin and understanding (or having at least a small understanding of) my kinfeels and why they’re there makes me…
Definitely definitely yes.