Tired 30-something queer into Star Wars (kylux), The Witcher (School of the Cat anyone?), and assorted other nerdery and science. Sometimes I draw things. She/her
“I have depression.” - character who has been through extensive therapy.
“I feel dead inside all the time and nothing helps!” - character who does like, regular introspective thinking and is aware of the concept of mental health.
“Leave me the fuck alone I’ll be fine once I get over my stupid shit.” - repressed character.
“It’s fine I’m just having an Empty Time. What? Yeah, empty times, you know, when everything is like bzzzzzz in your brain and you don’t shower for two weeks. Why, what do you call it?” - ooooughhh now we’re talkin
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There is a word I’m not allowed to use. I love it. I love it so much. But my darling beloved wife hates it with a fiery passion.
I came across it from Anne Lister’s diary, where she says that she would “grubble under women’s skirts” and honestly. The word perfectly encapsulates the fumbling feeling of fighting your way through layers of fabric to reach the promised pussy land.
However the word has been forbidden, reviled from the first moment my beloved heard it. They shuddered and it’s truly one of the only restrictions they’ve ever placed on my vocabulary so I don’t say it. But I do think it, on occasion.
Sometimes the word will pop into my head and I will think it too hard and my wife will turn and glare at me and accuse, “I know you’re thinking it!”
“But I didn’t say it!” I protest. But they’re always right. Even with no context they always know when I’m thinking it.
Today I told my wife, “I shared the unmentionable word with Astrid today and she quite enjoyed it. She repeated it several times.”
They bellowed liked a dying wildebeest and said, “I can go months without remembering that word exists and then it comes up again. It’s so disgusting, it’s what Sméagol would do on the ground digging for worms!”
I was laughing and protested, “It sounds like fighting through skirts, the groping around.”
“No! That is something that happens in the muck and the filth. It’s negative sexy.
“Bet you’re gonna take to Tumblr and share it and some people are gonna be like, ‘Oh what a great word! We should definitely use that in our lexicon. Top tier word!’ And you know what? THEYRE WRONG. GARBAGE WORD. GROSS.”
I listened to their impassioned hatred while cuddled in their arms and radiated love at them and remorse for having reminded them about the existence of grubbling. But now you get to hear about it. As a treat.
i made your favorite dish. i made you something you’ve never tried before. i love you. i spent twenty minutes chopping. my grandmother made this for me when i was little. i made this dairy free for you. i love you. i want to eat together. the onions made me cry. i love you. i learned this recipe for you. i love you. i made this special for your birthday. i love you. i know you don’t like peppers. i love you. i love you. i love you.
