I can't do this. The constant breaks, the need to self-censor and pussyfoot around, I can't do it. I thought this would help me finally routinely diary my stuff, but all it did was make more shame, and after the last piece of info that I made public, I already have plenty of it to go around. I don't need more. I need as little as possible. I need to make it stop. If you couldn't tell, everything did NOT go well. My abandonment issues have been in full swing. I felt abandoned temporarily by new friends I made, and feel almost unendingly abandoned by who were my closest friends. The former was an accident, and the latter is 2 weeks' worth of my own damn fault culminating in that. Almost day and date with 4 years ago, I took my closest friends and threw them in the trash, just pissed them all away. I hate myself. I'm taking steps to do better, but honestly, what's the point? I know that those 3 aren't the only people in the world, but they MEANT the world to me. I confided everything in them, I looked up to them, I had some of my best memories with them. Why the fuck did it have to all go away... And no, I'm not telling you what happened in full. I never did anyway. I thought I'd be able to, but I couldn't. I thought I could be a good person, but I couldn't. I'm going to get up and try again, but for the Dice, that won't be for a while. For my friends... it might also be a while. I hope it isn't. I miss them. I miss hearing them tell jokes. I miss the smiles on their faces. I miss sitting in a round and telling eachother about our day, or watching a movie, or hell just sitting around. Why the hell did I throw that away!!!!!! Today will be one of their birthdays, and visiting another for DnD. I'm scared of what will happen, but I'm going. Not to the birthday. GOD. I've been figuring things out behind the scenes, and thanks to multiple different perspectives from the friends I still do have, some online articles, some advice from my Philosophy Professor (I scheduled a therapy appointment a week from now, don't worry) (Also his guidance was to read Aristotle's Topics and Plato's Symposium if that helps someone in the future), and some critical thinking on my part, I have a good idea of where to go and what to do next. The biggest, most glaring takeaways? Take your time. Don't rush into things. Don't do things on impulse. Don't do things without thinking. Don't do things without understanding how it can hurt people. Don't hurt people. But also, don't take things at face value. I don't care if this is incomprehensible, that's what you're getting. I'm going to be back on Lemmy eventually, but as a normal poster. Dice Every Day will be shut down, and once I get the money for it, I might make a normal blog more focused on collecting and showing off dice instead of recording a video of me rolling a dice and then trauma dumping. I don't think it helped at all to do this. Have a fantastic day. To my friends, I miss you and I love you. And I'm sorry. Please don't leave me. :(
Now THIS should be up to speed. Friday, September 15th, future me. Yesterday.
Let's start in the early morning. I slept with them into the night, and woke up warm and fuzzy inside. Not necessarily because we had sex though. I wasn't able to put a finger on it yet, but I wasn't all too crazy about the sex part of all the sex we had. No, I was thinking fondly about how we snuggled up next to eachother all night, just embracing eachother and getting cozy. I was thinking about how exhilarating it was to get everything set up. I was thinking about the newborn kitten that kept crawling all over us. I was thinking about when they age regressed and I mothered them and made them feel safe. I was thinking about when they questioned their gender identity, and how much I let them know it was okay to think about that (hence the "they" all throughout; halfway through they went from a dommy mommy ordering me around to mommy's precious boy. Don't question it.).
Long story short, while the sex was fun, I wasn't all too crazy about it. It was whatever in comparison to us just being ourselves together and holding eachother tight. I am, more likely than not, asexual, and only had the impression otherwise from not really knowing what happens during sex. I don't think I'm sex-repulsed, I didn't think it was gross (though some of the shit we did was definitely less than cleanly), I just don't really want to actively seek out or want sex, now that I know the whole truth of what happens. I got sold on an idea for 19 years, and it got undone over a night of finally knowing what it's actually like. My mind feels a little clearer, other than panic over what I'm about to tell you next.
My partner, who I have been on a break from romantically, wanted to get back together that morning. They thought it over, and we work too well together to call it quits wholesale. Why was I panicking? Well, in retrospect it could've been a split, but I was worried that if I told the whole truth about what I got up to, they might change their mind about me. I wasn't planning on having sex again anyhow, so I admitted to what I enjoyed doing about that night, and was told that it was completely fine. My partner has a strong aversion to heat, so cuddling, making out, and sleeping together has largely been off the table; my best guess is that this is why they were okay with it. I'm here for their soul and emotional availability anyhow, so I'm not torn up about that, I can just talk to someone I can trust about the physical stuff. I'm very thankful for being given that leeway, and for peace and love on planet earth ^w^
I'm not done just yet. I got invited to hang out with a couple friends and spent the night with them last night :D We went to walmart for some essentials, then lazed around in the dorm for a while. We also did some tarot readings, which is how they learned what I was up to ๐ญ and raised some questions for them too, which is their own secrets that I'll keep confidential hehe
We ended off with all 4 of us piling on to one bed and cuddling the night away (kinda, I'm not gonna elaborate). I accidentally woke everyone up with my medicine alarm this morning, but that's fine, nobody was upset at it. What happens next? Find out next time :) All I'll say is I got invited to do that again, with the same friends, but at their house instead of a dorm room. I left to pack for that, and now I'll be there after I finish up with work rn. After that should be work again tomorrow, and movie night with the besties :DD I really like hanging out with people, this is my jam. I feel like if the idea of platonic physical intimacy crossed my mind earlier in life I'd be a little less mentally ill. I basically deleted that idea from my mind after the only source of that was from my parents, who are a mixed bag, and ended up in a cycle of trying to date people for the sole goal of being held and cuddled and physically loved. I ruined friendships for that. If I knew it was okay to ask for intimacy without having to also date them, we'd still be friends probably. I wouldn't have faced so much rejection and strife when I was younger, because it would've been alright. :( All I can do is do better in the future.
Gonna tell them everything. It just feels right to. I don't want to decieve you, my love. We could learn from it anyhow.