Only tractor I've seen thats justified to one side. Why are you built like a word document?

and stop looking at me with those big ol' eyes!

Got this picture of a crow taking a little bath in a pool of water by the beach. God what I wouldn't give to be a little crow splashing around by the beach. Soaking. Thriving. Not a care in the world.

group of gay male vigilante crimefighters called the Lavender Boys

I want to overcome my fear of posting something I'm not 100% proud of. I hate how much I keep second guessing myself: "Could I word this better? Won't this get misunderstood? Should I even post about it?".
Thoughts like these are driving me insane.
Why do I care so much? What do I seek through my online presence that justify so much pressure?
I've been thinking about it a lot, and I think my answer is a true sense of connexion.
But, trying to perfect how I appear goes fundamentaly against the honesty factor.
Humans are by nature flawed, covering up that aspect not only disturb the very purpose of reaching out in the first place, but also render me unlikely to resonate with anyone. Performing for the audience, putting on an act to please the crowd is ultimately worthless, right?
But it's so deeply ingrained into my brain. Even now, I've bashed my head countless times trying to articulate this very post.
Maybe that how I start overcoming this fear, by just posting this flawed like it is now. I hope that if keep pushing against this habit I'll end up closer to my goals.
One day I'll be able to use this site more effortlessly, I'll be able to post, follow people and leave comments; perhaps even make friends.