Due to his serial killer mentality and feeling abandoned by me, I was certain that hge was having thoughts of getting me next. It was a very paranoid and fearful time, luckily he passed before hegot me but I'm certain that if he didnt pass that he would try to get me at some point.
My high school graduation had a career criminal who was the father of a friend at the time coming back to town, we had to get a LOT of people with guns keeping eyes out on the situation to make sure he didn't appear. It sucks to have to maintain vigilance like that, but as I often hear said on the matter, "This is America".
I have been struggling with though for 14 years or so. During the trip I decided that I am going to start transitioning into a woman. I have been struggling for a long time and feel very confident. Haven't touched the stuff in a few days. Have it locked up until after the service so that I can keep a clear head. But yeah, I'm extremely excited. I don't know when my time will come but I want to have zero regrets. After years of considering it I am going to transition. Saw a gender-affirming care doctor the other day and am waiting for the pharmacy to fill my spironlactone and estradiol. My grandfathers funeral service is going to be my last family event as a male. About a week after the service I am going to lunch with my sibilings and will break the news. Shortly after I will talk to my dad and other family members and friends. Also going to be moving out of my current place. Me and roommate who is one of my best friends since middle school have been butting heads and I have a strong feeling that during my transition we are not going to get a long and I don't want to lose one of my best friends like that. He's away on business but will break the news a little while after he gets back. Gonna see if my dad will let me move back with him in the meantime until I find a place where I feel more comfortable. Anxious about asking but may see if my brother is willing to have me as a roommate temporarily as I feel like it'd be a better fir for me than my dad, I just really hate to ask that of him
Congratulations on finding the time and courage to transition! It takes a lot of internal reckoning and internal monologue (dialogue with oneself? I'm unsure as to how to articulate that) to realize that.
I mean absolutely no judgement by this. I have struggled in the past myself and am just voicing concerns. You seem to have been hitting the GABA drugs fairly hard recently. To be 100% honest, I am a little worried about you heading towards addiction. Again, I mean absolutely no judgement. I just dont want you to end up in a difficult place. If you ever need to talk please LMK

I don't really know you too well but I do care about you and want you to be safe
I appreciate this a lot! I think if I was using them with enough frequency (more than 2-3 times weekly) I'd start to get worried, but they're just too goddamn sleepy. If there was a totally non-sedative anxiolytic that felt as warm and cozy as Etizolam, I'd eat the whole bag. Tbh that's how I treat Soma, I ate 200 500mg tablets in uh, maybe 4-6 weeks? Never had any withdrawls though, and over that period I'd just forget they exist for days at a time, then stumble on them and go "Oh shit, I've got Soma!". For some reason addictivity in my brain manifests more towards activities than substances, I've been surrounded by nearly infinite access to countless drugs my entire life but the shit I get addicted to is like, FL Studio, skateboarding, activities that actually make me feel like I'm living my life. Also, I've never encountered a drug that can compete with, for example, downhill longboarding. No amount of NEP or methamphetamine or ephedrine or anything comes close to being on a longboard doing 45 MPH sliding around a hairpin turn. No drug compares to looking in the eyes of the love of your life. No drug compares to creating art that you're proud of. At best they're either seasonings on top of the lived experience, or tools to assist in shaping that lived experience, for me at least.
I also suspect that I'm more prone to talk about etizolam use on BL because benzos make me too tired to do meaningful shit, so I just kind of hang out on forums and do sound design in FL Studio and the sort because they make me too empty headed to actually be useful most of the time. Once again, I appreciate the kind words here, I honestly was worried I was developing an MDMB-4en-PINACA dependency but then I swapped back to THC-O and HHC and found that my tolerance to them was so low I was jarred by even low amounts of THC-O and HHC, which is new to me. On that topic though, I recently infused two 10x10 sheets with 20mg each of MDMB-4en-PINACA (fiance and I just refer to it as
empanada recently) and it should've been either 2.5mg per sheet, or 5mt per sheet imo. I took half of one tab earlier, then half of another and it led to a state of mania that I could have reproduced only if I insufflated 50-75mg of 3-MeO-PCP on no tolerance.
On the topic of nightly fixes, earlier today I took 9 agar tablets of uh, "mixed NBXX's". I had my 200ug 25I-NBOMe tablets separated from my 400ug 25B-NBOH tablets, but a benzo blackout of someone in my old household led to them eating maybe 25-30 of them in a poorly thought out (and unsuccessful) suicide attempt, and I found the agar tablets mixed up, just strewn about. There's no way for me to meaningfully distinguish them from one another now, so keep in mind when I say "mixed NBXX's" I'm referring to this. Nine of these little fuckers earlier was easily the most potent NBXX experience of my life, and maybe one of the most intense phenethylamine experiences of my entire life, which is saying a lot given how often and how intensely I dose psychedelics. The experience was overall incredibly empathogenic and healing of pain I didn't even realize I was repressing, one of those trips that leave you refreshed like cold water on a hot day, you know?
I calmed the residual stimulation down with some salvia in a bubbler, but then once I felt sobered up enough I decided to try half a tab of one of those sheets I infused with MDMB-4en-PINACA. Half a tab carried a similar potency to maybe 350-500mg of delta 9 THC but with no sedation or confusion, just pure, PCP-like mania. Today's a benzo free day (I take 1-2 day breaks in between benzo use, never using them for more than 2 days in a row) so I figured it was a good time to experiment with other sedatives, might as well taste the
empanda sheet. If I lay others, they're going to be either four times, or eight times weaker, no doubt. For now though, these sheets are just the kind of thing I'll absolutely never let out of my possession because it would probably put your average non-hallucinogen-enthusiast in a goddamn straight jacket.
Edit: Forgot to mention that between the NBXXs and MDMB-4en-PINACA tab, I'd spilled some 2C-B while prepping gel caps for storage, so I just impulsively cut it into a line and sniffed it up. Huge mistake, should've just licked it up, 2C-B is not meant to be insufflated, the gods themselves have deemed it as such hahaha.
Another edit: A fascinating thing came up tonight in reference to my perceptions of my own gender identity. For many years I've understood I'm about as agender as a human can be, just as fine expressing in a masculine as a feminine context, idrc, but naturally I'm pretty gigamasc and it's made my life easier by being able to be a violence actor when I need to. The song West Dault Can't Find The Madison Falcon by Hot Mulligan though has been tugging at my heartstrings in a way I didn't realize, the lines "I want to feel like Iโm important, but maybe Iโm not pretty enough for this, become beautiful so I feel relevant" strike me in this way that coexists with my normally masc existence in a way that strikes me as gender-nonconforming but in a way that's difficult to articulate.