Respecters, people who fundamentally respect the boundaries of others, were also something I didn't understand. That's not to say I never met any, but if you're fucked up enough to not think you should HAVE boundaries, you can't really recognize other people respecting yours, because you can't see your own boundaries.Realizing these people existed, while trying to start having my own boundaries, was wild. These are people who START with consent. Consent is a BASELINE. And it's mindblowing. Like, people would actually ask me for consent before sending me a picture of themselves. Crazy.I love these people so much.

@[email protected] what's stopping you

@[email protected] one of the things that I talked about on my old account - it’s so genuinely hard to remove the cognitive bias I have from puritan culture. My European friends will post selfies of them in bikinis, sunbathing and it’s not sexual to them but when I see it on my timeline my mind screams "where’s the content warning". It has gotten a lot better from long term exposure to international communities - that voice is not as loud. It’s still so fucking awful.

Someone just asked me “are you a good girl?” It’s a bit disturbing how much that question is fucking with me.Because “good girl” to me would be out of my head where the evil fascist loves and controls every thought and action with super strict laws and everything locked down and hyper-regulated.Being a “good girl” means existing in my body, existing in the moment, allowing myself, opening myself, freeing myself.I can’t do that. At all. If I have any agency at all, then there is zero chance that will happen. The fascist has way too much control.Which, I guess, is why I’m so interested in a full power exchange. I don’t want the power taken away from me, I want it taken away from the fucking Nazi in my head.

It’s fucking wild feeling like you just woke up to your life. Like all that shit people did to you and you thought “if I just work on myself more they’ll stop” but no matter how much work you put in, they didn’t stop.It’s fucking wild just one day being like “you know, I actually deserve better than that.”

I need a job that requires professional attire so that I can wear increasingly slutty outfits and push the bounds of professionalism

It’s telling how whenever someone brings up “family values” they describe a time when Black folk couldn’t drink from water fountains and women couldn’t open their own bank account.

The reason we say "Trans rights are human rights" is not to remind you that we are human, but to remind you that any human losing their right to exist means ANY HUMAN CAN LOSE THEIR RIGHT TO EXIST!