When I was in my late 20s, my partner and I visited Yaoicon in San Francisco. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, it’s a form of manga dealing with romance and sex between men, aimed mostly at women.
No, I’m not talking about promoting it. I’m talking about the emotional labour ahead.
I can feel it. Suddenly, I have a deep urge yo flirt with people, to post nudes, anything to get a boost.
My break from work has been amazing so far. I haven’t been bored for a second yet, and I’m starting to feel inspired and full of ideas again… and that’s exactly the problem.
A while ago I wrote about how, the moment I started to take my writing seriously, I froze. Perfectionism hit, and it left me caught like a rabbit in the headlights, unable to progress.
I was watching American Horror Story, and oh boy… did that make me uncomfortable.
Where I talk about how trying to follow the neurotypical manual will lead to worse outcomes for neurodivergent humans.
I had a free Saturday today, after a fun but busy munch last night. So, since I didn’t have any specific plans, and I didn’t feel like doing anything too mentally taxing, I decided to go for a hike.