Hello, everyone. This is my first official post on this blog, the beginning of a journey that will hopefully go on a bit longer than just a few weeks. I actually have a pretty extensive history in blogging: I used to have a very active blog here about eight years ago, but then I made the biggest mistake you can make as a writer and deleted all of the posts without having a backup just in case. Although, in retrospect, that might have been a blessing in disguise as now I am starting anew, and I would've hated to have any gross remains of my weird lower secondary years following me around. As a recap, here's some basic information about me: I'm from Finland, I was born on January 17th 2000, my pronouns are they/she, I am a raging homosexual, and I have borderline personality disorder. As of right now, I am choosing to remain anonymous and using my online nick "ichigonya" as an alias. That might change at some point, but only time will tell. This blog is for storie
Why else would they say those kinds of things? It's all just envy, don't worry about it! You're way ahead of them, that's why they comment on your body like that. Just don't pay them any mind, they don't deserve your attention anyway. People always try to find a justification for sexual harassment. They find ways to play it off as something that doesn't really matter as much as you feel it violating your entire being. That it's just them joking around, they don't actually feel that way about you. Especially if they're of the same gender as you are, because that would be gay! And gay people don't exist here! Now, thinking back on those moments, I can say with certainty that at least one of my Friends was a closeted queer girl. She was being so obnoxious about it, it kept going on for years. I mean come on, there is no reason for another girl to be staring at your boobs enough to be able to determine their cup size – unless the gayness is in