✨🅰️W🅾️🅾️✨ The Spybrarian @thethinktanker@awoo.space

How on earth am I supposed to respond. "I don't think you can help me, mom," just seems like it'll be 1) hurtful and 2) stir up more energy draining frustration on both sides.

My mom, who is upset that I don't call as often as she'd like and is disturbed by my bisexuality because she thinks I'm liable to cheat on my wife with literally anyone at a moment's notice, is texting me to see why I didn't call her back when I missed a call from her on Sunday. I told her, "I'm very depressed and it's rough."

She answered, "How can I help?" and like, I don't know, I don't think you can, mom. I didn't call back because I needed Sunday to recharge, not spend emotional energy.

meowoooo

Masto never sleeps

I took the picture but my phone doesn't want to upload it, so probably tomorrow morning?

I'm working on my confidence and these pics look cute as h*ck maybe probably.

My milkshake brings all the butts to the yard

I don't know why I want this feeling to Mean Something. Maybe I just want to feel like my feelings matter and I'm making a big deal out of nothing.

There is something about this picture that has awoken something deep inside me, gender feels I didn't know I had. It's... like a beautiful but confusing and maybe sad feeling that makes me acutely aware of my body?

And I'm not sure what it means for me, but I have a yearning feeling when I see it. I feel it every time I see it and it feels Important. https://awoo.space/media/gwHXQMzHFPQnJydfxSQ

You know what? I'm going to take a picture with kitty ears on tonight! Yeah!

Thinking about decentralized identity.

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@nico@mastodon.social Not much. I've had a really bad few months mental health-wise, which is why I kinda fell off masto, but I wanted to come back and see if everyone was still lovely and they were. Everyone here is lovely.

@MeimuHakurei@mastodon.social Well I can't argue with a doctor.

Is there a term for a hypochondriac but for kinks and general lewdness?

When people talk about their kinks, suddenly they become my kinks too and I can feel (or imagine?) the appeal of the kink.

Or Is that just kink empathy or a functioning imagination?

In his house at R'lyeh, drunk Cthulhu is sexting.

In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu is lonely.