a good psychologist just hears what you say and reflects it back to you in a way that makes it make sense to you. this is a way of just putting pieces of me together in an easily compiled and reviewed format to reflect me back to myself in a way i hope might begin to make sense.

things:
+thirty-one
+texan
+genderqueer
+he/him/his pronouns
+sex-positive
+pansexual
+enthusiastic
+socially awkward
+cat person
+smells nice
+soft armpit hair
+cfs
+fibro
+social anxieties
+panic attacks
+bipolar
+always smart
+frequently stubborn
+just the way i'm wired

a site i fucking love:

12th July 2012

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tubeway army (gary numan) . are friends electric? →

it’s cold outside
and the paint’s peeling off of my walls
there’s a man outside
in a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette

now the light fades out
and i wonder what i’m doing in a room like this
there’s a knock on the door
and just for a second i thought i remembered you.

Tagged: song for the evening