Sunday, May 14, 2023

Trauma Dump

The very first time I found out that I was an outcast and that I needed to hide myself in this world was when my parents accosted me both physically and verbally for having played with my mother's makeup, carrying her handbag and wearing her chunky kitten heel shoes. 

Another core memory was, after scoring highest in a subject in school and receiving my prize on stage in a ceremony with other top scorers, my mom, instead of being proud and congratulating me said something to the effect of this to me. 

When you got on stage to get your trophy, why did you walk so softly with your hips moving left to right, like a girl! You must stand up tall, clench your fists, walk like a man!!! It was really embarrassing!!!

Clearly this isn't verbatim because in addition to it happening in my childhood, it has been at least two and a half decades since this event transpired.

I would, in stages, mostly verbally sometimes physically, by both my parents, aunt and uncles, and elder cousins, be constantly accosted for; 

wanting to only hang out with girls or women,

wanting to learn how to cook,

wanting to have my ears pierced,

wanting to look at and play with beautiful sarees and pretty jewelry,

wanting to play with makeup,

wanting to only sing out the ladies parts in duet songs,

wanting to grow out my hair,

wanting to walk a certain way,

wanting to act a certain way,

wanting to move my hands a certain way,

wanting to cross my legs when I sat,

wanting to not play sports,

wanting to not play with boys,

wanting to not change together with the boys,

wanting to not sleep with the rest of the boys, 

(I know, I know, I play, change and sleep with boys now... HA-HA-HA)

wanting to not watch football,

wanting to not watch ANY sporting event,

wanting to do fashion after high school.


Trauma dump. What a curious thing.

Friday, May 05, 2023

It still does the job

Achieving a recent positive milestone in life meant, or so I thought, that I wouldn't need the ill-advised coping mechanism I picked up not too long ago.

But as of that particular event, which was just over a month ago, I have still resorted to said coping mechanism. Twice. 

And no, it was never a daily affair, even prior to the uplifting milestone. Not that it can't be done daily but if I did perform it daily, it would've meant that I legitimately needed DIRE intervention. That being said, twice in a month is still plenty.

I know what triggered it but I didn't realise that the trigger would have had as much weight anymore considering the aforementioned milestone event seemed like it lifted off at least half the proverbial load I bear.

Maybe the landmark event wasn't as effectual as I thought it would be.

Maybe I still bear most of the weight having only lost but a fraction of it.

Sunday, April 16, 2023

What do you call him?

What do you call a man, who, having found out that you get chills and trembles when being intimate, does the following;

First sits next to you, close enough to touch but not too close to trigger your anxiety response, until you calmed down, for a good 3 to 4 minutes.

Holds your hand and realises you are beginning to tremble again so continues to hold your hand for the next 5 minutes saying things like, it's ok, nothing to be afraid of here and talks random things while still being cognisant to not turn you off.

Comes in closer and just sits next to you in a loving side embrace for your trembles to subside for a couple more minutes.

Then gives you a sensual hug all the while making sure he isn't doing anything too fast to trigger your anxiety and trembles.

Slowly begin to explore kissing and in the midst of doing so realises your trembles and chills began again so slows down and just hugs you tighter.

And when your anxieties are completely calm gives you the best sex of your life!

After all this was said and done.

Ghosts you.

I must have been terrible!

And, no, haven't had sex recently.

This was my last time.

Yea, that one in 2018.

Sunday, January 22, 2023

EEAAO

My parents accosted me both verbally and physically when, as a child, I was found wearing my mother's heels and playing with her makeup.

My brother threatened to unalive me when I attempted to come out to him as gay.

Today, the three of them were watching Everything Every All At Once.

Saturday, December 17, 2022

There is Scientific Research on My Coping Mechanism

I was lead down the proverbial rabbit hole today albeit a very shallow one.

One that got to the point without too many diversions.

And I stumbled upon it by chance.

The previous post on my coping mechanism has been studied in psychology, with full length research papers.

Apparently, the most common reason it exists is because overwhelming negative emotions are immediately abated after performing said coping mechanism. Calm and relief also accompany or follow the abatement.

I was flabbergasted that someone managed to perfectly formulate sentences as to why I do what I do and what I felt after doing it.

I say I stumbled upon it by chance because I decided to investigate this coping mechanism with an undiagnosed condition that I am unequivocally certain I have.

Good to know that when I get help in the future, psychiatrists would be equipped to handle it owing to its apparent widespread existence.

Monday, December 12, 2022

Another Coping Mechanism

I've started doing something that, if it was presented to a psychiatrist I'd probably be prescribed some kind of coping drug.

No, I'm not drinking again. That's behind me.

I worked way too hard to quit smoking to pick it up again.

I'm too much of a coward to experiment with drugs.

I realising how much of a demisexual I am so, coping with sex is out of the window. Even masturbation requires a certain kind of porn.

Eating, well, I've unlearned (or at least I think I have) my internalised fatphobia so I've worked through any kind of unhealthy relationship with food.

So none of those... But it isn't "recommended". Perhaps even raises concern.

But it gives me relief! GOOD GOD it gives me relief...

Monday, November 21, 2022

SO Peculiar

I have to share this peculiar reaction when I used to come out to some straight men.

Despite my effeminate disposition, the shocked reaction was almost ubiquitous across my coming out to men.

But there were a good handful that also pitied me.

Reflecting on it, I've just come to realise that comphet dictates that we are ALWAYS seen as less than, regardless of whether it comes from a place of malice or a place of empathy. Both equally harmful because while one cause active damage, it is visible and hence avertible meanwhile the other protects complicit queerphobia and is thus insidious... difficult to move, impossible to dodge... gets unpredictably violent when agitated.

Sunday, October 09, 2022

Is there such a thing as vanilla kink?

Preface; this is may be a tad bit NSFW and a tad bit TMI.

You see, not to be the queer person so warped in semantics that I now have to define my sexual kinks but I have suddenly begun to wonder, purely out of frivolity, if having any kink makes me any less vanilla.

Not only am I the most sexually vanilla queer person that I know,  I am also, in every fathomable manner, the most sexually inexperienced queer person I know. I may give decent "jobs", I may kiss ok, I may even embrace well but I am very much a novice under the sheets. I've also never had it, or given it from behind...😏 Perhaps it's this inexperience that has made me as vanilla as I am. I don't like anything pain, or hard and heavy, or musty smells, or dirty, or degrading, or extreme. I like everything to be nice, soft, smell nice and look clean, if not beautiful. Vanilla!

Which is why, finding out that I had any form of kink came out of left field for me. 

Just Me knows about my eerily exclusive attraction to hairy forearms, nice butts, and dark complexion. 

So, and this is the TMI portion of the entry, here's what Just Me doesn't know yet;

I've enjoyed posh wanking from my teens.

I've had this fantasy of restraining someone and having my way with him. On crisp bedding, in a room filled with aromatherapy and ambient lighting. 

Oil massages. *takes a deep breath* ooooo.....

I love, wait, listen, LUHHVHHH underwears. Any thick hairy men in mesh boxers, oooouuuffffffhhhh...

I have a vesthi kink. GOD, do I have a vesthi kink!

Precum drives me NUTS!

More recently found out that abstinence, edging and someone else being edged sends me to another realm. ANOTHER REALM! I wouldn't let someone else edge me because I want the control but edging. YES!

So my point is, does having any of these kinks make me less vanilla? Because all of the above also needs to happen nicely, softly, tenderly, on nice sheets or in a clean environment that needs to also smell wonderful. 

Monday, September 26, 2022

I am to be blamed too

Every single person I have known that have been more than an acquaintance are/were misogynistic. Internalised misogyny is still misogyny. 

This includes me.

A pitifully miniscule number of them have made strides to unlearn. The rest, as of my latest encounters with them, have stayed the same. 

My whole life, I've been told, by my parents, teachers, friends, and elders, that women have ideals to fit into. Even when not methodical and lucid, simply saying that women shouldn't <insert anything men can do, not simply defined by capacity but also by societal norms> though not limited, fall within these "ideals". And those that do not fit, are fit for reproval; snide remarks, implicit judgment, outright displeasure and whatever else fancied one's whim barring assault. 

When I finally came to the realisation and subsequent acceptance of my transness, I had to unlearn this. 

MANY TIMES OVER.

Every time I catch myself forming a disapproval look/thought/idea at, say thighs on display for example, I give myself a proverbial knock on the head and realise that them thighs on display are FABULOUS! Women can and should wear WHATEVER they please WHEREVER they want to.

I keep defaulting to women's clothing because being sexually androphilic did not help this ONE BIT! It disproportionately contributed and fostered my misogyny. My misogyny was never rooted in "women cannot accomplish goals", I was always taught that women should not be/act "a certain way" while accomplishing those goals. And when I think of my misogynistic ideas and thoughts, it is women's clothing that I primarily picture. 

Imagine telling an individual assigned male at birth, socialised as a man, and sexually attracted to masculinity, that it is distasteful for women to show off their bodies. They AGREE because, not only were they laughably attracted to masculinity as epitomised by a wide walking stance, interest in sports, and not crying, but also because they'd rather men parade in tight skimpy shorts or semi-transparent vesthis................. Oooo, semi transparent vesthis........ Oooofff.....

For them, on all accounts although not explicit, men are better than women, even if "women can accomplish all that men can too". And when normalised, it becomes virtue, truth, rightfulness. *facepalm*

Hence unlearning. Common and normal isn't correct and right. Not that I am correct or right. But we all agree misogyny is bad and so misogyny in all its forms must, ergo, be bad. Be wrong.

People don't ever unlearn because, when people are themselves common and "normal", they accept all that it is common and "normal" within their societal status quo as inherently right and correct. And this is further unshakeable the closer one is to being, able-bodied, neurotypical, cisgendered, heterosexual, male, rich, from the majority race, thin and fair-skinned. Being excluded from all these groups except being able-bodied, I had to realise at a certain point that life is just harder not simply because I wasn't putting in enough effort but because I'm bogged down by so many systems of oppression. 

And so I learn, and unlearn.

I got to thinking about this because in the coming weeks I'll be in the presence of a misogynistic, fair, cisgendered, heterosexual (for all intent and purposes), able bodied, thin, fair man, who has my mother convinced that her sinuses are bad because she got the Covid vaccine booster dose and not due to catching the virus itself (which she did, and I did too). Further exacerbating the situation is the fact that I convinced my parents to get the booster dose prompting my mother to become at odds with me every time I verbalise my disdain for the misogynistic man. Whether or not my mother is actually unhappy with my disdain for this man because I convinced her to get the booster dose is, to me, immaterial.

Yes, a misogynistic man. 

Not just from his comments and views in general...

...but because being a fair, cisgendered, heterosexual, able bodied, thin man...

...why would he ever unlearn misogyny.

Friday, August 12, 2022

Today's bad

Today's been bad.

I thought I was all cried out.

But realised I hold it in these days because if I start crying, I won't be able to stop.

I feel guilty for ever saying this out loud but my life is so shit.

So shit.