Warning: gross lovey feelings

I scared Em the other night when I told her that she was probably never going to be in a place with as many queer girls or as few cis men again after she graduated. It really is special being here, especially as a queer person. Just the knowledge of my own queer relationship combined with the existence of at least 4 queer relationships I’m aware of between people in my year (In my year!) is enough to make me smile.

She said I had a kindness that is rare. She said I was perhaps the most well-adjusted person she’s ever met.

We went to the farmers market and bought a huge loaf of bread and a chunk of cheese and apple butter and raw honey. We sat on the floor and listened to the Beatles w/out being concerned abt how cheesy it was. We cut the bread into huge slabs and covered it in butter and the cheese and the apple butter and drank wine and were just so so so happy

The snowstorm was the most snow she's seen in her life, we spent the day together playing in it, pushing each other into it, sledding, and drinking hot chocolate. The next day we walked into town to get sushi, it's not the best sushi in the world, but in the moment it was perfect.

We went to reading terminal market and stared at all the food on display, then to chinatown for almond bubble tea and hand pulled noodles

I like sitting in my room on Sundays with her, letting the light come in through my window, working on our own homework.

Writing this, I'm realizing food and sex are the pillars of our relationship.

She smokes and I don’t and it’s ok, we still have a really nice time together.

9 months between summer+study abroad is a long time to not see her in person. 9 months. That’s terrifying. I could conceive+give birth in that time. What the fuck.

I had been thinking about the idea of some kind of open relationship while abroad. She brought up the same idea to me the other day. Something about not wanting to miss out on the "full experience" or whatever the fuck. Idk. It’s a while away. Like yeah it makes sense and it’s what we both want so why does it make me feel kinda ehhhhhh?

I know how stupid this sounds but I honestly don’t want to ever stop spending time with her.

When I see her future, she’s working at a physics lab somewhere discovering how to harness fusion energy or whatever she talks about really excitedly to me that just goes straight over my head. I see myself graduating and moving back in with my parents. Like, she possesses an ability to deal with working towards her future that I’ve never been able to do without freaking out and shutting down. She applied to a large number of American universities/colleges from a school where there wasn’t a college counselor, where classmates are currently married with children. She’s applied to physics internships all over the world. I’m not doing any of the things I’m meant to be doing to prepare for my future. What the fuck even is a cities major. I just have a lot of trouble imagining a happy future apart from the context of other people. Like happiness is living somewhere nice close to my friends. Also, like, I know how harmful and Bad it is but god, when I think about my future happiness, I just think about her. Idk, it’s all just scary. I think everyone’s scared about the future at this point in their lives. Just so much uncertainty. I'm trying to remember to stay in the present.

Maybe more to come. Stay tuned.

Don't do drugs kids

So I've been talking about weed with people irl since I got out of school for break. I had smoked w Em a handful of times. At the best, it makes intimacy really intense. Beyond that though, I usually find it to be relatively boring, it makes me feel kinda slow and dumb, not necessarily in a bad way, but I don't particularly like myself when I'm like that. At the worst, like the last time I smoked with her, I got too high, and felt a deep sadness for about 30 minutes and just was crying for no reason. I was feeling kinda eh about weed in general, and like I wanted to distance myself from it, especially based on my own moral compass. But also I felt bad for feeling that way because Em really likes to smoke and it's something I wanted to be able to share with her. Over break though, I reflected + talked to my therapist about it, and began to kinda get over the moral part. I kinda thought of it more like alcohol, something I would do with her every once in a while as something fun. Getting back to school was great. I was so happy to see her after break, I didn't stop smiling for hours. On sunday evening, she asked if I wanted to smoke w her and a friend, and I said yes, thinking it would be fun. I guess I smoked too much again or maybe I just reacted badly to this type of weed but it was worse than any negative experience I'd ever had smoking before. I felt very intense, specific emotions with no basis. I felt as though I had lost a loved one. I felt a deep discomfort within my body. I saw her face distort into something unrecognizable. Each of these waves of emotion came and went like a rollercoaster, but the worst was the fear. I felt extreme terror, like something awful was coming for me. I just remember sobbing loudly, while Em had no idea what to do and just tried to talk me out of it. The fact that I could have been made to feel such extreme emotions for no reason really freaked me out afterwards, and made me question my own emotional reality. I feel bad because it was so scary and upsetting. I feel bad for making Em worry so much about me, and feel that fear of not knowing what to do. I feel bad because I was so ready to have smoking be a nice, fun thing for us to do together but now the thought of smoking again makes me so scared. I feel bad because I haven't really been myself since and I'm a tiny bit scared that after that night, something broke inside me and I'm going to be depressed/anxious/terrified forever.

Fragments from the train to Boston

“tomorrow is gonna be one of those mornings where you’re just walking around like ‘you have no fucking idea’”.

I want to go everywhere with her
Hold her hand kiss her neck claw at her back bite her lip
I want to melt into her, be enveloped in her arms, become as close as humanly possible

I have this habit of telling my significant others they’d be hot as a different gender and it always makes them kinda uncomfy lol whoops

Sometimes I think I’m gay, but by the time I try the label on myself, it feels so wrong and sad and limited so I know it’s wrong

Em said that’s the same way she knows she’s cis, despite not feeling comfortable with conventional femininity/gender roles, and questioning in the past. For her, femininity is uncomfortable, but claiming they/he feels more wrong. I guess in some ways it’s easier to know what you’re not.

T said if you’re questioning/unsure about your gender it’s probably ok to identify as not cis, since cis people typically don’t spend ages agonizing about what gender they are. This makes sense to me, but I’m cis so Idk I’m not trying to speak out of knowledge/personal experience. I guess I’m just trying to get a better understanding.

Gender is fucked anyway tho I know that much at least ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

She told me about how she told her doctor she was in a dark place and thought she needed help during her equivalent of junior year. He told her it’s normal for young women to feel bad during their time of the month, and to practice breathing exercises. She thought it was funny cuz coming out and saying it, she already felt like she was attention-seeking and like her emotions weren’t valid and he confirmed those fears in the worst possible way. Isn’t it cool how it’s so hard to be a teenage girl and then on top of that no one takes you seriously?

I went to see Fun Home with her on Broadway. I saw the actress who played Alison Bechdel on the way out, stared blankly at her. She said “hey”. I said “.......HEY!” and ran off. I didn't even ask for a picture or an autograph. Em and I laughed for ages

Sunday night I ate indian food and watched kpop videos for over an hour with A and M. Then Em and I watched anime and ate ice cream for the rest of the night.

I smoke weed with her, something I never saw myself doing. I don’t think I’d have any desire to do it without her, but I don’t dislike it as much as the first two times I smoked, or as much as I thought of myself disliking it, which has caused some cognitive dissonance. When it’s not good, it’s like I thought it would be, boring/mildly uncomfortable in the way it makes me feel like not myself. At it’s worst it made me feel like my heart was breaking. But when it’s good it just amplifies my feelings of love. I feel warm and comfortable all over, just so happy. She looks so beautiful and I can’t look directly at her, like staring at the sun. Touching her and being touched feels soft and electric, it goes on and on and on. Honestly, it feels like that already though, it's just to a whole other degree when we're high. There's a part of me that feels guilty for enjoying it so much.

Things I bought since turning 20: ~100$ worth of food, skin cream+essence, powder, calvin klein underwear, a book of shakespearean insults for my brother, a star map, a glass dildo, almond milk, mini wheats, rum, old spice deodorant, Trigger Warning by Neil Gaiman

"There’s a place I want to take you...
...I’ll go anywhere you want me to"

Update as of 2016: Em def isn't cis! Still incredible uncomfortable with traditional femininity, would prefer more masculine features, but not currently interested in changing pronouns/coming out/pursuing hormone therapy

Lol fuck my rapist for making me tell him I loved him after he raped me now I can't fucking say it when I mean it 5 fucking years later

"What are you thinking right now?"
"I hope I don't get pregnant"
"Don't you have anything to say?"
"Like what?"
"How about I love you?"
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"Bye Loki"
"I love you too"
"No, I said "bye Loki""
"oh."
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"I love you"
"Yeah."
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"I liked your card because I could tell you really love me. I don't wanna say it now because I'm drunk and it wouldn't mean anything but for now, let's just say I really like you"
"I really fucking like you too"
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"Bye, travel safe............"
"Yeah. See you soon."
FUCK

Lol

I spent so much time over this summer thinking abt Em. I obsessively replayed moments between us, the good and the bad. I was constantly worrying abt what we were, what we would be. I thought abt her so much and kinda exhausted myself w this obsession. That, plus the 3+ months that have past puts me in a place of relative ambivalence which is interesting? I used to get really excited with the thought of seeing her when I got back to school but now I don't really feel anything. I think this is a good thing, like I found my chill/got over myself. Or maybe I...stopped liking her? I mean better that I've been living my life than obsessing over her, right? Seeing her again should be interesting in any case. Maybe it'll all come rushing back. What'll I do if it doesn't?

Don't Gatsby it.

It’s too soon to make generalizations, since there’s only been the two, but it seems like with girls, I do this thing where I get into *something* with her, but lack of communication skills (on her side? Mine?) leaves our relationship super nebulous. I don’t know what “we” are. More troubling, I don’t actually know anything about her and I end up projecting all sorts of stuff onto her to fill in the blanks Gatsby style, so she can’t ever live up to the idea of her I’ve created in my head. I saw this post on Tumblr today, which is what started me thinking about this; it said “absence and lack of communication makes the heart idealize a person and subconsciously twist one’s perception of them into something greater than they really are”. And I’m doing that, I think. With S, the more time I spent w her, the more I saw her as a flawed person as opposed to some ideal other. I realized she wasn’t gonna be right for me. But my relationship w Em is still active and new, which is why there’s so much danger. I think about her so much, but talk to her so little there’s no way I’m not fucking up the distinction between who she is and who I think she is. Like I have this plan, when I get back, I’m gonna hang out w her for a while, then a few days into it, I’m gonna ask her if she wants to go out w me officially, be my gf and all that. But I’m so scared I’m gonna come back and it’s not going to be there anymore. Or that I’ll come back and realize it never was there. Like, I feel pretty confident that she likes me, but the fact is, she never said it. She never said anything really about herself or how she felt, besides the one time she mentioned we didn’t have much time left to be together before summer and one time when she said I was awesome after I made her cum super hard. And like, I’m scared I twisted those and other moments into way more than they are. Like yeah, she kept hanging out w me, even when we weren't doing anything but talking, and she stuck w me after the karaoke incident (lol) but what if she really was just in it for the sex and the company? Idk, like I’ve made up this idea of her being more reserved and quiet, nervous about expressing emotions. That could be true, but also she could just not be at the same place I am in our relationship. Anyway, her not saying much about her feelings contrasts with me, constantly spitting out whatever’s on my mind, just talking and talking, about nothing but also about every feeling that passes through my brain. So when we’ve been texting, it’s always I have a ton to say, which she responds to with less, then we have nothing to say, and the convo ends. Idk how to make it right. Well I do, I know it involves fucking making an effort to communicate, but god-it’s so fucking scary.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This school year started and ended the same way-with a kiss goodbye. The first was B, and it had come off of a nearly year-long relationship with an expiration date. The last was a girl named E and it came off of a little over a month of hookups that grew to be something more. With B, the expiration date gave everything the month leading up to me going away a sense of heaviness. And our lack of a clean break led to some unpleasantness after I left. With E, it's kind of snuck up on me, just cuz of how close to the end of the year we ended up getting together. (Fun fact, she's the same girl I mentioned seeing making out with another girl at a party in an earlier post) I'm excited to go home and see my family and friends. I can't believe how fast this year has gone and I'm glad to be done with freshman year. It also hasn't quite hit me how long I'm gonna be home for. I'm going to miss my friends here, going to miss the things I like about BMC. I'm really going to miss E. And our relationship is so new and so undefined, I'm not sure where we're going to be in three months. It's gonna be esp hard since she's international. But man, I'm really glad we got to spend the past few weeks together. She's really special and we're gonna try to keep in touch over the summer so idk here's hoping I guess.
Back home I'm gonna get a job (I have interviews ^.^) and try and keep busy. It'll be interesting to hang out with people from high school at parties, but I'm still looking forward to the things already planned as well as any kinda get-togethers that are gonna come up. I'm so excited to spend time with my sister again, and see becky and cassidy. I'm really excited to see you guys. We should get together, go to the beach, party it up. Idk tho it's definitely a weird limbo to be in. 3 months. I'm staying optimistic though, It's going to be a great summer!