Sup nonny! Okay, here’s my advice. I’ve had piercings in my face over and over and over, and I live a pretty spontaneous lifestyle, so incidents have occurred and I’ve gotten some really nasty infections before. Personally, I refuse to take my piercing out and deal with it the best I can.
Here’s my recommendations if you choose to keep it in and want to fight the infection. Clean it with anti-bacterial soap and water, using a q-tip, every day, twice a day. Twice a day, do a salt wash. Get a bowl of water, make the water as warm as you can possibly make it, and put enough salt in there to make it taste like tears, basically. Soak your piercing in that for 10-15 minutes, then rinse it off. Take ibuprofen to keep swelling down. DO NOT TOUCH IT WITH YOUR HANDS. Wash your hands before you even go to clean your piercing. Don’t let anything touch it. Keep this up and it should go down after a week. If it hasn’t gone down at all after a week, then I’d recommend getting some antibiotics for it. Infections are pretty damn common in the piercing world and can be taken care of pretty easily, just stay vigilant with the cleaning and the salt soaks and it will be okay. :D
Sorry it took me a while to get to this, nonny love.
When I was really, really young, I told everyone that I was a boy. I dressed as tomboy as I possibly could. I thought, I don’t think I’m a girl, so that means I have to be a boy. A few years down, and I tried to reinforce my “inner femininity” and center myself in being a girl. I couldn’t do it. It just felt weird. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, couldn’t quite figure out what the hell was going on, but it sure as hell was not okay. I didn’t like being called a girl, but I also didn’t like being called a boy. I preferred being called a boy because it meant that I wasn’t a girl, but it wasn’t right.
After a long time, a lot of internal stress, and a long journey of self-education, I discovered the genders, haha. I started identifying as genderqueer, feeling like the umbrella term was good because I couldn’t quite explain, to myself or anyone else, what the hell that meant to me entirely. But it was enough for people to stop calling me a girl. Or, at least, for the most part.
Now I realize that I have no clue what I am. And while at one point that might have scared me, I’m confident and content in the knowledge that my gender is an experience, a journey, an accumulated lesson, and my inability to explain or express it right now wasn’t bad. It’s just me working through who I am. And that’ll take some time. My gender identity has become a beautiful thing to me, because I realize I’m not restricted by two options. I don’t fit neatly into anyone’s categories, and that makes me happy now. My gender is nebulous and immense and always changing and beautiful and fluid. So while many people around me might not get it, and thereby not respect it, that doesn’t matter to me. Such a beautiful and powerful thing as my gender identity can’t be understood by everyone, but that doesn’t make it less valid or worthwhile. It’s just too amazing for narrow-minded people to comprehend.
So, that mindset is why I’m so confident in who I am.
ugh, I’m sorry. I hate family drama and bullshit. one of the reasons I moved out so early on in life, I really just can’t handle family dynamics for the most part. it’s stressful and aggravating. and sometimes it can be like permanently living in a middle school hallway. can you tell your aunt to stop being such a bitch or will that result in y’all getting kicked out?
please stay strong, baby. I know how fucking hard it is to not be able to present the way you want to present. I’m so sorry you have to deal with this shit. please, please just keep pushing. you’ll be 18 eventually, and you can get a job and you can ask tumblr for help with your HRT bills and there is always a way. you’ll get it someday, please just keep pushing through your days until you can get there. I love you. I’m sorry you have to experience this. you don’t deserve it. come talk to me any day, all the time. I can give you my skype name and you can come talk to me thru there any time you’re feeling down. I’ll be here for you, okay?
kinda weirded out by anons asking where you live tbh… if they really want to help you they should show their face
yeaaaaah it is a little weird. but it’s listed on my faq. people should check that before asking me stuff.
eh, I can kind of dig it, but I really don’t want that to be a thing on my tumblr. just on my camming sites, honestly.
Guys, my friend Sam has been put into a really shitty situation and could use your help.
Basically they’re facing homelessness due to a recent break-up and need some help finding a new place. Plans for an apartment fell through, and the owners kept their deposit, so now they’re out $300 as well. From what was recently posted, Sam is now looking for a room to rent out and any monetary assistance is greatly appreciated. They have a donate button on their blog, and every bit helps.
Sam is a very sweet person, and is on their way to getting where they need to be. So please, if you can, go to their blog here and donate, or reblog this to signal boost.
thank you so much for this, love. you’re incredibly kind. :x
it’s okay! I really do appreciate your willingness to help me. :)
thank you sweetheart. please don’t donate if you’re in a tight situation yourself and donating to me will make things harder on you. <3
what the fuck
yeah -_- my anons are always asking for me to post topless pictures