we have no idea who is reading this. that’s a feature, it’s what we intended. but it also means we don’t know if anyone cares.
you can ignore this and skip to the nice pictures. we won’t mind. that’s ok.
but we’re not. we can feel it coming on, and we want to write it somewhere and the whole point of this blog is that we keep this away from [deadname]’s socials where they’re not saying anything about this right now. there was this point about five years ago where everything was really erratic – everything was fantastic or everything was appalling and there wasn’t an even keel. it was up and it was down.
this came to a head after about three months, and precipitated a complete, near-fatal psychological breakdown that lasted a solid two years. it was absolute hell.
and it’s like this now: dread, euphoria, rinse, repeat. we can feel it coming on. we can’t control what is going on in our stupid neurologically compromised brain, and we’re waiting for the collapse with this constant sick feeling in the pit of our stomach.
and we’re scared. that’s all. [deadname] is not saying this anywhere. they don’t know how. so they left it to sian, because it’s important to say it somewhere, even if that’s the slightly risky online mouthpiece they maintain to keep their split personality in check.
the pictures don’t have anything at all to do with this. they’re just pictures of us dicking about with our avatar. this is the reason we are here, after all.
don’t worry. next time we’ll talk about bondage, or fucking, or whatever.
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