Q&A Series: So are you a male mind in a woman’s body?
Not quite, but that’s a good starting point.
See, the thing is, this whole “gender/sex/identity/etc is a spectrum” thing is a lot less complicated than it’s been made out to seem.
Living at the intersection of neuroqueerness & bhakti yoga.
Q&A Series: So are you a male mind in a woman’s body?
Not quite, but that’s a good starting point.
See, the thing is, this whole “gender/sex/identity/etc is a spectrum” thing is a lot less complicated than it’s been made out to seem.
If you remove the gender commentary, this post is actually just a really great observation of how human society as a whole has been acting in general lately. It’s worse than ever before because it wasn’t as easy to act like a total troll & get away with it like we can now in the past. This is typically what it feels every time I try to have a basic convo with someone.
Just a random factual statement made w/ neutral intentions: I appreciate when people let me know they care about me, but sometimes I feel smothered or overwhelmed if people do it too much
So, I’m about to be going down to 50mg of lamotrigine – I was at 200mg for years, so that’s pretty huge – next week. I’m still at 25mg of venlafaxine, but I was on 150mg for almost the same amount of time that I was on lamotrigine for. I’m hoping to be off of lamotrigine by the end of January if not sooner & off of venlafaxine by March if not sooner.
So this has been a tough decision for me that I’ve been wrestling with for a few years now, but I’ve finally decided to start my non-binary transition process.
I have now reduced the amount of Lamotrigine I’m taking by half & am on a lower dosage of Venlafaxine, too. I’m actually feeling better already. I can feel emotions again. I am interested in doing things, getting excited about stuff, making goals, etc., which is a first in like years. I even cooked lastContinue reading “JAX LIFE UPDATE”
Someone asked me to explain why I like being autistic. I suppose it’s because there’s still a lot of stigma & misunderstanding about what autism really is. So, for those who are curious, here’s my personal experience w/ my particular flavor of autism (because it’s different for everyone).
A collection of poems I wrote in my early to mid 20s.
“Starseed,” she’d called me. This word echoed in my mind, bouncing off half-formed structures crafted from similar substances. What did it mean? What would become of me if I followed her advice? Would the pain and suffering, confusion and desperation finally clear up, finally allow the light into this world of darkness I’d lived so long in?
Two childhood friends have a lighthearted discussion during their daily morning breakfast meeting at the local cafe by the sea.