My name is Alexei (and/or) Beezus. And I hope you're feeling better than yesterday. This blog is a taste of the deepening layers of myself. And some shallow stuff too. HA. JK. This is my internalized pessimism. And secrets I can't share anywhere else...
Do you even understand how much I relate to this?
I feel like a lot of my identity stems from when I read books where girls dressed up as boys because they couldn’t get as far in life in their time period if they lived as girls all the time. I told myself when I was younger that I would so do that if I lived in such a sexist time period.
But then I realized how sexist this time period is.
And now I want to be recognized as trans*?
I don’t know who I am.
Not a clue.
(Source: genderqueerconfessions)
I swear a lot for no particular reason other than I have no moral beliefs about swearwords to stop me from swearing.
Of course I’m not going to just outright call you a bunch of profanities, but whether they’re swearwords or not I don’t mean ill will towards pretty much anyone.
Words like “fuck” and “shit” to me are just generally casual synonyms for other words someone else might use. I don’t really mean anything by it and don’t really hold the words to be as terrible as what everyone around me seems to. I’ll put a censor on with people who aren’t used to me swearing though, and the only times I’ve ever sworn around a teacher (as an example) was because I was suddenly hit with a terrible pain and they were the first most accurate words that immediately came to mind that could emulate my pain. I was screaming swearwords in pain guys.
Personally I don’t see what’s wrong with casual swearwords, as long as you know how to turn them off when you absolutely need to around people who don’t see it the same way.
