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Sigh. I crave intimate touch. And also sushi.

Everyone's like "The new Pope isnt welcoming to gay people and has covered up child abuse" like. Fork found in kitchen?

i'm trying to be the cool, hot, slightly intimidating butch older sister, but also very obviously the dog at a house party that sits between everyone's legs and everyone else pets absentmindedly while they talk to each other

it should be a law that if it’s raining and you wake up feeling comfy in bed you shouldn’t have to answer to any of your obligations

This blog is welcoming of sad cis boys who feel like there’s something wrong with them

it's completely normal to have conversations with yourself every day for your entire life. "who are you talking to?" duh, the girl that lives in my head. why, do you wanna talk to her too? I can put her on speaker if you want

“tits or ass?” thiiiiiiiighs. dreamy sigh. doesn’t matter how big or small, how muscular or chubby, doesn’t MATTER I will BITE THEM. CHOMP. you will have to pry me off with several peoples’ help. even then I’ll go kicking and screaming.

Hi! I saw someone post a link to your posts in a discord and it kinda got me thinking so I decided to make an account and try an ask? So I don't think I'm plural? I don't have headmates or memory gaps or voices or anything.

But like a lot of people, including a lot of my plural friends, have told me my experiences sound plural? and what I do have is like what feels like different sliders? Like there is default me and in specific circumstances my like self perception? self image? shifts away on like one axis and that results in like different ways of behaviour and different internal self image? and like sometimes I imagine stuff like one version of me giving another headpats or stuff for comfort?

And I don't know, I guess I'm just a little confused, this is like the first I get to think about this? like a lot of these feelings are new and I used to get panic attacks when people told me my stuff sounded plural and I saw you did asks so I just wanted to reach out and see if you had any advice?

Sorry if this is a bit rambly

Anon, this sounds Very Plural to us however we look at it. Memory gaps, inner voices, none of these things are a requisite part of plurality - simply common traits between many systems. They are also, conveniently, possible to exercise. Knowing that you *are* plural leads to beginning to make out the different folks inhabiting your head, which leads to communication between you all, which leads to them forming more well defined personalities, which leads to an inner dialogue, and so on.

The "Me but an entirely different set of ideas, beliefs, self image, goals, and actions" is how many have described the feeling of what ends up being a member of their system. It also doesn't have to be a brand new person, just a kind of you. Visualizing interaction between yourselves is something i see systems struggle with often, too. Having that is nice to hear - we were elated when we first interacted between ourselves using more than words.

Lastly, this is not something to worry about. Ultimately, you can choose to see your lived experience through plurality, or be just one very multifaceted individual. We do ultimately suggest that you do, as it can and does benefit many. Thank you so much for the ask, and wishing you all the best!

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

some of you really are just absolutely adorable, you know that? some of you have spent so much time just thinking about being clicker trained you already see my clicker as a reward. it probably would be incredibly easy for me to make that stick with some training, want to find out?