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ashinadash [she/her]

Decaying corpse animated by gay thoughts and too many painkillers

Highly obnoxious, very autistic, weirdly asexual, rabidly gender accelerationist, ask me about my weird interests

I talk way, way too fucking much.

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Joined 2 years ago
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Cake day: November 3rd, 2023

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  • I am still mildly proud of bullying Whipping Girl, it’s not exactly the 5D chess of theory but given the lack of spoons I managed to put words in the computer. Sometimes my posting is pretty sick.

    However I’m utterly unconvinced that nobody else in the community holds this negative and hateful perspective on me. Hexbear is too polite a place for it, but it’s out there, I am certain. I do know people have liked my postings (thank you) because every now and then I go over my comment sections and whatever, but being embarrassingly bad to the point of offense at talking to people wears on a person. What actually happened is that I realised I have this little brain-voice that tells me I am dogshit, and I was posting loudly and constantly. Mostly this was born from a genuine commitment to unmasking and posting honestly, but secretly also the positive replies and stuff were staving off the brain-voice. I didn’t feel like this was a healthy relationship to socialising, even online, so I just stopped, and that basically crushed out the “fuck it we ball” energy I’d built up. That’s how I got here.

    I know that there is no coordinated “big joke” because that would be goofy, but it only takes someone thinking shitty things about me and not outwardly saying for it to become at least a little joke. And since the space is too nice to tolerate outwardly saying shitty things to people…

    Thank you for saying though, I have been cooking up posts to make everyone regret ever saying anything nice in this thread !













  • idk journalposting

    Having the realisation that I maybe actually just don’t want to eat around my relatives anymore. There’s probably too much lingering there from having been a “slow and picky” eater as a child. It’s not actively distressing to me when I’m there, but… I do come away with zero fuckin spoons every time. I dunno.

    I find I want a lot of space from my family actually. I do not hate them but even this amount of remove, living in my own place with my partner, away from them, isn’t really enough I guess. If they didn’t treat me exactly like when I was 15, maybe I’d be more normal about it…