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Trainwreck

**Sometimes I like to wear women’s dresses**

(Slow-blinking, thinking to herself, “What am I supposed to do with that information?”) … okay… ?

**Lolololol!!!**

(Thinking to herself, “Is this funny to u?! R u being serious or gaslighting me?! Why can’t I tell the difference?!?! I can’t stand this! I’m feeling uneasy. Maybe we should just be friends!!!!!!!”) … blank stares… slow-blinks… don’t know how to process…


Babe…

Yes?

I don’t actually enjoy wearing women’s dresses…

R u being serious right now?

Yes. Lol. I mean. I don’t really give a shit. It’s all just costumes to me. I guess I didn’t know how to talk about that maturely back then…

It was a weird conversation for us. I was still… inexperienced…

I wanted to see if u loved me no matter what!

I do… back then? I did in my own way… but I didn’t understand what I was going thru in myself when u said that. I didn’t have any of my own neurodivergent self-awareness…

So u really couldn’t tell if I was joking or being serious?

Sometimes ur too good of an actor, u know?! It freaked me out… back then… like… “what are u trying to tell me?!”

๐Ÿ˜ And what do u believe now?

It’s a character ur playing. It’s not the authentic you. Ur just being silly in those moments.ย 

What if… u come home from work one day and find me waiting for u in a dress?

I will say, “r u auditioning for a new role, baby?”

๐Ÿ˜ lol…

Do u actually enjoy seeing urself in dresses?

It’s not me, it’s FernandoI don’t wear dresses lol… ๐Ÿ˜…

Yeah… there’s a big difference…

U can differentiate between the two these days…

Fernando didn’t exist in his fully trademarked packaged form when we first met, my love.

Now… he is an undeniable brand image. It’s very distinctive who he is. It’s very distinctive, you’re not him.

๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ’• I love u… (big hugs and sloppy kisses ๐Ÿ’‹)

I love u too. The authentic you ๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธ