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text | timaeusTestified | Coming Out
CWs for entire post/threads within: Discussion of sexual orientation, queerness, discrimination against LGBTQ+, homophobia, transphobia, gender identity, themes of coming out etc.
Coming out is such a fuckin' scam.
There's always someone who has to hear this but damn, don't let anyone guilt you into that shit. You don't have to explain any part of your identity to anyone. Not your friends, not your family, not your significant other. Fuckin' nobody. It's your identity. Yours. Not theirs.
And for the record? Don't sweat it so much if you can't figure it out. Sexuality and romantic attraction and gender identity don't need to be forced into some convenient description you found online. It's fine if you haven't found the right word for it. Language is, oftentimes, limiting to the full expression of our existence.
That shit is so fluid most people be wasting their whole life feeling worried about it because everyone around them goes on and on about how they figured their shit out. Like cool, whatever, congrats for them, but trust me, you're not less valid or whatever just because you ain't got a flag to hang yet. It's fine if you never figure it out. It doesn't have to be a bad thing.
It's okay to be confused for a long time and it's fine to want to figure out how to fix that, but like, seriously, a lot of that confusion does come from comparing yourself to other people and their own experiences.
Whatever. I'm making this whole post private in case anyone has questions or would like to talk.
Consider this April's sex education lesson. I'm simplifying things, obviously, but the point is to open the discussion. So. Discussion Opened.
Rules of Engagement:
Coming out is such a fuckin' scam.
There's always someone who has to hear this but damn, don't let anyone guilt you into that shit. You don't have to explain any part of your identity to anyone. Not your friends, not your family, not your significant other. Fuckin' nobody. It's your identity. Yours. Not theirs.
And for the record? Don't sweat it so much if you can't figure it out. Sexuality and romantic attraction and gender identity don't need to be forced into some convenient description you found online. It's fine if you haven't found the right word for it. Language is, oftentimes, limiting to the full expression of our existence.
That shit is so fluid most people be wasting their whole life feeling worried about it because everyone around them goes on and on about how they figured their shit out. Like cool, whatever, congrats for them, but trust me, you're not less valid or whatever just because you ain't got a flag to hang yet. It's fine if you never figure it out. It doesn't have to be a bad thing.
It's okay to be confused for a long time and it's fine to want to figure out how to fix that, but like, seriously, a lot of that confusion does come from comparing yourself to other people and their own experiences.
Whatever. I'm making this whole post private in case anyone has questions or would like to talk.
Consider this April's sex education lesson. I'm simplifying things, obviously, but the point is to open the discussion. So. Discussion Opened.
Rules of Engagement:
1. You don't get to ask me who else is responding to this post or what they are saying. I will shove my foot so far up your ass all you'll taste for the rest of your life will be dirt.
2. You are allowed to ask me about my own shit, but I'm allowed to decline to answer if I get a weird vibe from you.
3. Feel free to go anonymous. I won't pry.
4. Do not force yourself to discuss things you are not ready to discuss. I'm not going to beg you for dirty deetz so if you're not ready, then maybe tab the conversation for later.
5. Judgement-free zone. I have been on every sketchy part of the web and am completely desensitized. Imagine a thousand-yard stare but instead of war-torn countrysides, I'm just seeing thousands of years' worth of explicit Sonic x Knuckles fanart. Which, okay, actually, dope ship. Bad example. But you get my meaning.
Voice; un: ...
I know what I like, but I also know what my responsibility is. A potential individual who would normally represent my responsibility has arrived, but she's not like the ones I knew. Should I just kill her?
[It was private. Dirk could just laugh at him, and he wouldn't care. Was it weird to be participating in this? Probably.]
Voice
(Check it out.)
Oh, shit, are you getting a boner for someone? Aw, babe. I'm so proud.
(He's...so annoying. But at least he's only teasing rather than laughing.)
Is she hot? And like, I mean, that depends. Does she seem like she could put up a good fight if you tried?
Voice
I would eat those. I doubt they would taste good, but desperate times does mean anything could mean survival. Otherwise, that was terrible.
[UGH no, this had nothing to do with boners! He shouldn't have said anything. It was too muddled and complicated.]
No, I don't. I would have to think extremely arousing thoughts to achieve anything of the sort around her or any of her kind.
She would kill me. It's her right to do so being what she is.
Voice
(No judgment though because frankly, so would Dirk. That apocalypse life, man.)
It's not terrible. You just have a shitty sense of humor, sweetheart.
(Everything has to do with boners in Dirk's mind. Savage, catch up.)
Okay, fair. So. What. Is she like...a rival or something then? Give me some more deets here, dude.
Voice
[If it lived and he killed it, Savage would most definitely try to eat it.]
Most would argue I don't have a sense of humor. They might also argue that you have a bestiality complex.
[There was always a dick in Dirk, he knew. Mind, body, probably even soul.]
She's a Nightsister. A female of my species. Nightbrothers are required to serve the Nightsisters in... any capacity that they desire. They are not gentle with us, nor should they be.
voice (cw; implied zoophilia ...lmao)
(Except he doesn't really sound that annoyed at all. Amused more than anything.)
No, you definitely have a sense of humor, it's just weird. (...SOFT GASP!) Wow, rude.
(...Buuuut he's snickering now.)
It's not my fault horses are kinda hot. It's the muscles. And the dicks. Have you seen a horse dick? I'll send you pics if you haven't.
(Dirk, shut up.)
Ah. One of those bitches. (He...doesn't know how he feels about this. It kind of irritates him to think about someone bossing Savage around actually?)
Is she giving you a hard time?
no subject
[Look, he would lean into it if he had to.]
How is the truth rude? That's exactly what's happening. I expect you're in an animal costume right now.
[He sighed.]
No. I'm below her attention. Which is probably for the best, but it's hard to break a tradition that deeply engrained.