[i am unsure where this belongs, transjoy? mental health? here where i made the mentioned first post? … idk how crossposing works here 👉👈]

you may remember me lamenting the loss of the ‘gay’ label since empirically i was usually atracted to men but due to me being mtf that’s quite straight now … well there’s a lot to say about this. i might be best described as bi/pan actually.

anyhow. peeps, i met the bestest girl in recorded history. we’ve known each other for a while and shared a hobby, but recently found out we might like each other more, when we had a ridiculously romcom-esque weekend. so we started dating, and my heart is exploding. every day. i will see her again tomorrow, but it doesn’t feel like i can survive that 24 hours. (yes, all very fresh.)

the only thing i am afraid of rn, is that she eventuall ‘finds out’ i am just three(+) diagnoses in a trench coat. i admire her and her work so much i don’t know how she could be interested in me. i also don’t want to make her reassure me all the time … bc we don’t feed the brain worms. but i feel like, i needed to tell someone. 😘