#I’m so in awe of my beautiful sapphic atlantis though

[funky-little-vulcan]

Woke up at 3:30am, can’t go back to sleep. I know I need exercise but all I want to do is just stay in bed every day. Why is life so rough on my psyche?

My queerness isn’t just a logical label for my patterns of attraction anymore. It’s visceral and dynamic. It’s an unbelievable drive. It’s something I know in my body and it’s there.

It feels like the lost city of Atlantis rising from the sea. This gigantic complex of castles and fortresses that I technically knew existed but had no idea what it was actually like in real life. And no idea how huge and massive it actually is.

This part of me is so strong. It’s so strong that it feels like it’s bullying me. It’s been an exile so long that now that it’s breathing the free air, it strong-arms the rest of my parts to make up for all the times it was strong-armed.

It’s also never met my boyfriend before. Not the sapphic part. Not the beautiful strong castles of sapphic desire that rise out of the ocean.

Now the task is to talk to that part. Talk to the sapphic part and find out what it needs. There are no bad parts. If it’s bullying me, that means it thinks it needs to in order to survive.