I’ve had nothing, not a damn thing that I’ve wanted to write about, all week. So here’s the painfully boring highlights:
Started going to a gym every day after work. 367 more words
I LOVE this line from the article:
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The ability to embrace that ambiguity comfortably can signify the opposite of dysfunction: being deeply attuned to yourself. Being aware of your own complicated response to lust in a world where everyone else’s appears far more straightforward and predictable takes a certain bravery.
Well, hello. It’s been a long time.
I’ve been busy fielding post-traumatic stress, having EMDR therapy. Oh, and recovering in turn from three bouts of surgery – my main Genital Upcycling Surgery last May, then a failed attempt in July to correct a bad prolapse, and then a second more but not entirely successful attempt to do the same this February past. 785 more words
Is there a surgery that you can have to change the shape of the inside of your nose? I’m getting tired of fucking up the inside of my left nostril, just to get one annoying, hard booger out of the back, only to have to deal with bleeding and painful (annoying and hard) scabs for weeks after picking the first booger. 729 more words