haha, what a joke! life is not “responding to me”, unless that is to say life is responding to my attempts to connect with people by going “haha, nope! you don’t get anyone! you don’t get any friends! you don’t get to connect with anyone! you don’t get to find love! you get to be sad and miserable all the time! you get to watch as the people who call themselves your friends ignore you, take you for granted, disrespect you, treat you like shit, take from you and give nothing back! that’s what you get!”
you know, like how God treats me
This morning was filled with rage and sadness. Now the day is almost over and it’s mostly just solitude. Seriously, one of these days, just once, I would like it for one of you to initiate conversation with me first.
Disabled lives are worth living, being disabled is not worse than death, death is not a liberation for us, death is not kinder for us, our lives are more than pity and inspiration stories, we have rich and varied lives as much as people try to take that away from us
you had me up until “our lives are more than pity and inspiration stories”
When I first heard the term CIS being used on Tumblr, I didn’t know it meant being comfortable with your assigned gender. I thought this whole site was talking about the Confederacy of Independent Systems. As in
the Sith’s droid army, and when everyone was saying “CIS scum” they were calling people out on being Sith
Every so often this post dies out and then spikes my activity again
except “comfortable with assigned gender” isn’t “C-I-S”. it’s a slur, meant to dehumanize normal people
Why do I still bother putting myself through all the stress and humiliation to build up confidence to talk to and ask a woman out when the answer is always going to be no?!
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