I don’t feel some gender either, but my agab has always felt off, like ill-fitting clothes. Also due to the cultural/societal expectations and limitations instilled during upbringing, which made me further reject the idea of ‘being’ my agab.

I’ve come to think that if I had been assigned the opposite gender, maybe I would have felt it equally ill-fitting.

A few years ago I came across the concept of agender and it resonated. It took off pressure of the need for there to be something, where there is nothing, and it’s ok.

In general, we’re not taught early enough, if at all, to question both what we ‘perceive’ and the mental blabbering that makes up stories about it.

To prove the is no god.

Checkmate, theists.

Keeping oneself grounded in reality is hard, painful, and requires a constant effort.

I’m trying to learn that the consequences of dissociating are actually worse for my mental health than what I’m theoretically trying to avoid. My struggles may not be ambassador-level, but I think it applies to most of the human condition.

That Nestlé mug is a nice detail.

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Here, you dropped this