one day
doodled a thing about wanting to be (more) active in the LGBTQIA community, but depression getting in the way zzz…
doodled a thing about wanting to be (more) active in the LGBTQIA community, but depression getting in the way zzz…
a long overdue and highly abbreviated update about what’s been going on in my life the past year. the highlights include turning 30 sucking, breaking off communication with my mom, trying out therapy, a self-care project, finishing my sleeve tattoo and trying to participate in local LGBTQIA events. ======== TIME POINTS ======== @00:00 – hello & thanks Kat Blaque. @00:44 – my laptop died. 🙁 @02:06 – turning 30 is depressing. @04:05 – no longer talking to my mom. @05:39 – therapy isn’t for me? @08:01 – talking about mental health stuff is hard. @08:35 – self-care: i made a thing. look at my thing. @10:17 – the body mod video is coming, i swear! @11:29 – going to LGBTQIA meetups in Japan. @13:08 – why i haven’t made videos about LGBT stuff in Japan. @14:22 – wow, you really watched all that? i love you. ==============================
it’s been nearly a year and a half since i was outted to my ultra religious mom as a non-binary, panromantic / biromantic asexual. things have been, and continue to be, rough between us at times… that said, there has been progress. it took well over a year, but she’s now making an effort to come to terms with part of my sexuality….? meanwhile continuing to completely reject my gender. thus far, the road to acceptance and understanding has been long and hard; sadly, as of now, that road still has no end in sight. ——— LINKS ——— QAC 13 – Staying In The Closet → https://youtu.be/NDyEAyNxoEg QAC 23 – Being Forced Out of the Closet → https://youtu.be/HStZgJ4Ewm8 snippets of conversations with my mom: → http://queerascat.tumblr.com/tagged/conversations-with-mom —————————–
anonymous said: For the longest time, I identified as demiro, for a pretty similar reason. I never understood romance for what it apparently is– I don’t now, either– but I have always had pretty intense squishes. Romance seemed like the “answer”– a grown-up, committed relationship, more than friendship. But, similar to what you’ve said, I was never the one to initiate it. My confusion really culminated when my romantic partner way back when told me that he loved me, and I…just couldn’t say it back. I got even more confused later as I kept seeing these squishes as romance, questioning my “sexuality” as I developed one on a same-gendered friend, who later shot me down horribly. Another relationship revealed that I thought of my partner as a sibling, not as anything romantic. I’m in a QPR now, after figuring things out “enough,” but there’s still a lot of confusion; I still…
…that feel when some random guy chats you up while you’re sitting around in some government building for hours (ie. a DMV) so you have literally no means of escape and eventually he manages to get contact info out of you because you’re too nice and then he starts messaging you and flirting and you just want him to stop and go away because it’s annoyinnnnng.
in this video i talk about how i’ve come to the conclusion that i won’t ever be coming out to my mom. at least, not intentionally.
my last update before moving back to America. why am i moving back to America….? life shit on me, that’s why. no, but seriously. i’m moving back “home” temporarily and will be on hiatus for a couple of weeks. bbs.