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

Post reblogged from The Font of Drunken Wisdom with 4 notes

She said

drunkencoyote:

She looked at me and said “Take off my shirt, right now.”
So I smiled shyly and took it off.
She became a little more agitated, and said “Now take off my skirt. No, no, no! My shoes first!”
Once again, I did as she told me.
She said, in a deep and emotion filled voice, “Now take off my bra and panties!”
And I did, even as embarrassed as I was.
Then she said “Now, never let me catch you wearing my fucking clothes again!”
So now I have to hide from her in the closet when I do it.

because you fucking stretch out my shirts and fuck up my shoes! YOU DO NOT EVEN REMOTELY WEAR THE SAME SIZE SHOE AS ME GET YOUR OWN SHOES.

  1. wordscanbesexy reblogged this from heatherbat and added:
    seriously. get your own shoes. *flail* amateurs. :P