tired

It's very strange to have people I otherwise feel the potential to be close to think that I'm a girl. It's really weird to not know how to deal with it, confront it--if I even should. I mean I think I should. But it's not exactly like I can say, "Excuse me dude, not to shift the tone of this otherwise chill conversation, but just so you know I'm not a girl, and am in fact much more of a lad." Especially when it ties in with all the complications of desire ie when I like a boy it definitely does not feel like a girl desiring a boy-- not that there is one model of how that goes, but trust me, it doesn't feel like any of the multiplicitous imaginary manifestations of that. Shit.

that's me, easily fascinated

Your Inner Child Is Surprised

You see many things through the eyes of a child. Meaning, you're rarely cynical or jaded. You cherish all of the details in life. Easily fascinated, you enjoy experiencing new things.

How Is Your Inner Child?

Where the fuck is my bike? I know I locked it up somewhere. Fucking hell. I really hope it's not stolen. I also really hope that I'm not actually spacey enough these days to have forgotten where the fuck I locked my precious bike.

Mountain bike, blue and black, on the small side.