𝔞𝔷𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔤𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔩𝔶𝔫 𝔨𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔞𝔫 🕷️🍂

it's funny. basically since i figured out who i was, other queers—particularly my girlfriend, years before she was my girlfriend—have asked if i have ehlers-danlos syndrome. i googled it, saw the symptoms, and said, "uh, maybe? i dunno." like, it would explain a lot of things.

a couple weeks ago i accidentally learned a close genetic relative has eds (as well as a ton of other conditions i know i carry), which made me think, hunh. the chance i don't suffer some version of this seems increasingly slim here.

last tuesday when i was in maryland, i performed a few of my dumb contortionist bits for my girlfriend's girlfriend, who is well-studied in the matter from taking care of our floppy mutual love. she suggested a few other bodily tells, which i just bluntly did without trouble, and she half-laughed.

"yeah," she said, "that's eds there. most people couldn't do that even if they practiced for a long time."

the thing that gets me is how obvious this seems to be if one is looking for it, yet that despite the tells i have gone almost 45 years without a diagnosis—as i've degraded.