How on Earth did I find myself so firmly embedded in plural life as a (nominally) singular person? I'm so fucking confused about myself haha
Author, Beat Sabreuse, Skunks
- she/her
- makyo.ink/
Recovering techie with an MFA, working on like a kajillion writing projects at once. Check out the Post-Self cycle, Restless Town, A Wildness of the Heart, ally, and a whole lot of others.
Trans/nb, queer, polyam, median, constantly overwhelmed.
Current hyperfixation: SS14
⏳ Slow Hours | 🪔 Beholden
🫴 Hold My Name | ✨ Motes
🌾 Rye | ★ What Right Have I
🌱 Dry Grass | ⚖️ True Name
🌺 May Then My Name
Icon by Mot, header by @cupsofjade
You must log in to comment.
in reply to @makyo's post:
I've low-key ID'd as plural for a while, but I kinda relate as someone who found a lot of success in IFS therapy, at least. I found much greater resonance in the idea that we are all, to varying degrees, made up of 'parts' and can benefit from checking in and having conversations with those parts.. and plurality was, in a way, my foray into having those inner conversations. Nowadays I tend to think we work best when we do things... as a conversation.
Had to look up IFS therapy and gol dang, that sounds incredibly useful o.o
That's a wonderful way to put it, though! Thank you!
this sounds crazy but you're probably right. I just need to figure out how to have conversations with the majority of my headmates (lmao)
I’ve had similar thoughts, if at a lower magnitude.
Still haven’t had a chance to do any real digging into the idea of median plurality with everything else going on.
Pinned Tags