Swipe Left On Perfection
Oh, Just another 40 year old AuDHD woman with a lot to say….after maybe a side quest or two.
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The year unravels, thread by thread,pins but thankfully no deadlines in my head.Chalk dust on my jeans, Uv light in my eyes,trying to juggle overtime, earthquakes, and unpleasant skies. I’ve baked resin under kitchen lamps,tiny galaxies in silicone, or wood held by clamps,perlers pixel by pixel, each square a vowto make my own patterns from…
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Being a raver and being neurodivergent can both feel like living with your brain’s volume turned all the way up. Bright lights, loud music, social energy, emotions, sensory overload… and then on top of that, ADHD, autism, anxiety, or other neurodivergent wiring that already runs hot. A dedicated crafting space isn’t just a cute aesthetic…
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I learned to meet myself in the mirrorwithout flinching at the way I glow—all angles, all sudden weather.I am awkward, and I am kind.I am the sum of my sparks, and I carry them now firmly. Hyperfocus is my lighthouse:its beam cuts a path through fog and doubt.I aim it with care, swivel it toward…
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Night 1 — Warm, Wecomingwith one personal hiccup My friend TayTay and I showed up to our hotel around 4:30pm. We had a little bit of time to relax before getting ready for the first nights events. And even with getting settled in, we still missed the first two opening artists. Night 2 — Tough…
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I lost my voice in the afterglow of bass,Subtronics stitching madness into midnight music, drops carving vowels out of me until my mouth held only thunder. By morning—Voiceless, blankets, soft light on the wall—I lay still, taken care of like a vinyl in velvet,coffee cooled on the nightstand, laughter at the door,and somehow it was…
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I count heartbeats in purrs,dose myself on whiskered chemistry—soft paws kneading my chestuntil oxytocin opens like a window.I need nothing here,but the universe feels owed to me anyway—not in gold, not in thunder,only in the right to breathe without apology. When I see animals, I become water.A doe tilts its head, and I spill.My cats…
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Raves and festivals are amazing—until packing melts your brain. I don’t know about you but my house always looks like a break in happened when I’m trying to get ready for an event due to the rush of anxiety hitting my body when I haven’t prepared for it first. Objects thrown, I’m starting to sweat…
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I’m a raver with a heart of gold,earplugs in, head bobbing on beat.Lights flash, heavy bass steadies me.I map the exits. I sip water. I breathe. I’m Goldilocks on a dance floor,Enjoying my life, welcoming my “just right”The porridge is the vibe,the chair is a boundary,the bed is how we rest together. Bear One: Avoidant…
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Rethinking “Love is Love” – Romantic, Friendship, Family, and Community. A Ravers guide to loving your community and keeping each other safe.
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Poem Day! Let them keep their own stormy weather.If a cloud names you unworthy,don’t stand in the rain explaining—step into your own sun. Not everyone will clapwhen you breathe, bloom, begin.Some will measure you with bent rulers,some will leave mid-sentence. Wave anyway.A closed door is just a wallyou don’t need to lean on. Let the…