Genuinely So Fucking Tired Of People Leveraging The "groomer" Argument Against People Who Support Sex

executive dysfunction is legitimately physically uncomfortable. i’ll be trapped between two things, weirdly caught on how-much-time-it-might-take-me. i take hours worried im going to take hours doing things. i’ll sit on the floor for the entire day, caught up in the middle of not-doing the chores i actually do want to be doing.

& the amount of mental energy that goes into it. & the legitimate amount of anger and discomfort and self-hate. is not “being lazy”.  it’d be a lot less work if i didn’t have to fight myself to just get up and do it. 

i just need you to understand it’s not effortless. it’s never effortless. it’s not “okay let me just get up and finally start doing this.” it’s more like. i am slamming my foot on the pedal but the car is in neutral and nothing is moving. it’s more like shouting instructions into a dying telephone. it’s more like being trapped in a small electric box, and someone who hates me is administering shocks. 

im trying. im trying. please help me get up.

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Love Lies

Love latches onto my heart like a leech

Wriggling into every hidden space

Do not take all of me, I beseech

This parasite within, tightens its embrace

Love takes my words and twists them

Spewing lines that make no sense

My own mouth I do condemn

I stumble to describe feelings so immense

Love grows up my spine like a rose bush

Beauty hiding the thorns

Against my lungs exquisite flowers push

But when the plant dies, it’s the thorns my love mourns

I ask love not to take too much of me when it dies

Love said it would take nothing from me,

love lies

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What are you to me?

Nothing

And what am I to you?

Everything