this plushie shark can fit so many critters in it

You have to be you. You have to be you because no one else will.

As much as possible, for as long as possible, no matter what. Because there will never be anyone else to be you until the end of time.

we're in need of sleep. we probably should've been there by now. we'll see y'all tomorrow.

goodnight

nothing like seeing a photo of the flesh vessel and instant dysphoria (fortunately not to the same degree as last time a photo of us caused instant major dysphoria! we're not having basically a panic attack over it this time), but... we can't just let it go by anymore without figuring out how we can handle it.

there's two things we think it might be. one, which we explicitly know and which caused that previous dysphoric panic attack. and our egg crack. and so so much more pain. we don't want to talk what it is specifically, but we know there's ways to downplay it, or if we ever win the lottery even directly alleviate it. or we could try owning it, somehow. no matter what, we need to decide internally what we're doing with it.

the other one is some sort of body shape dysphoria. either of the too large (tall/barrel build) kind, or the too human kind. we can't tell right now, and with how intense things are from a lot of us right now about it, we don't think we can say for certain either. which is technically okay, as both situations are ones where unless someone can bring out the irl tf potions real fast we're kinda screwed on. mostly. at this rate we're gonna have to break new social ground by applying to national health service to get support for an gender affirming fursuit.

either way it's a night of us all agreeing we need to change something, but we can't quite agree on what. it's all of us throwing ideas on the wall to try and silence the fears that we might never be able to overcome the pain of seeing our body outside of the three mostly okay angles we know. we don't know. it's too after 9 pm for us to know right now.