jojo, 24, he/him, infj • utter scoundrel • pfp by @fleshmonk
You gotta write for funsies sometimes. Everything doesn’t have to be groundbreaking. Like. Who cares if it’s a little silly it is made out of love
The weird thing about being a extremely online tran for a long time is that I have been a witness or participant in the birth of the world the people around me stumble into new, and yet I am not particularly wise or knowledgeable. Just old
I know one of the girls who came up with "egg" and knew the other. It wasn't a concept that existed before then. Like, precursors of it were a thing, but the concept itself wasn't, let alone the word. I was around when "transmisogyny" got written down and then coined into common usage. I helped shape its meaning in the present day, I think. The way people talk makes me feel like I'm insane for having memories of these things. Everything is water, ungraspable, changing. I miss the friends I used to have sometimes, early on, especially the ones that died
None of it, none of that tipping point pot-banging, means anything, none of it amounted to anything, and that breaks my heart. We were so, so close to something inconceivably beautiful, the energy was. But now the ones of us that are alive are all burnt out or moved on to quiet little lives, after. Even me. I wish there was a moral to this story but there isn't
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I have an end-of-life patient to whom I spoke today. She burst out laughing and said, "It was all such fun. I just had so much fun." I wish this for everyone. I wish that we each would meet death laughing, with little regret and even less fear.
