Serial experiments layin’ in bed

literally us owie

Have you considered a third option: Being paralyzed by grief and dread over the ongoing apocalypse. Too far removed from it to directly fight back, and yet the world in which you could see a future for yourself is slipping away. Unable to do any of the things you SHOULD be doing to improve your material situation, because what’s the point if you’ll die without ever getting to live as yourself, to experience even the basic sense of belonging with people like you that will get cis people through this

…and also not texting anyone back, because nobody in your life knows, and you’re dependent on people who are known to be phobey, and you’d lose whatever fragile social capital you still have thanks to male privilege and hiding all the ugly nonconformant parts of yourself, and how are you supposed to talk about netflix shows and the weather when your brain is literally just insurrectionary anarchism and traaaaaaaaans, neither of which you can safely act on

…and being too paranoid even to shitpost or vent regularly on the internet, because you’re afraid you’d give out enough info for someone to dox you, and that would be the end

obligatory :3 so i can pretend i’m still being quirky and funny like everyone else, don’t mind me, just silli thoughts~