|I fucking gave this to Gerard.|
On the loss of the sixth sense: synesthesiaIf you haven't seen already, I'm taking requests for synesthesia interpretations here: http://nichrysalis.deviantart.com/journal/poll/4709068/On the loss of the sixth sense: synesthesia by Nichrysalis
I take pride in my synesthesia, a lot of pride, and I should explain where that pride comes from. Years ago, when young Nic existed, the experience of synesthesia was more "there" and more clear. That was eight or so years ago when I hadn't even discovered a name for what it was but had discovered not everybody experienced it. But when it became clear to me that it was synesthesia, something else became apparent as well.
I'm sorry for being dramatic about what became apparent, but I'd like to introduce you to an article I co-wrote with Synesthi on the drawbacks of synesthesia: http://listverse.com/2012/09/02/10-disadvantages-to-synesthesia/
From item 2 in the article:
Synesthesia doesn’t necessarily stick around for everyone; many who have it experience a gradual fade effect where their synesthetic experiences become weaker in inte
gender?To be completely honest, before I thought I was a transguy, I thought I was agender. Gender is so exhausting and archaic, in my opinion. It's a societal concept that projects a lot of negative stereotypes on everyone. I don't agree with it. I never did. Not even when I thought I was transgender. I guess agender is a more accurate term for me.gender? by ssensory
I realized I just wanted so desperately to be SOMEONE else, because I hated myself at the time, and now I'm finding ways that make me not hate myself. Love and like is a stretch. More like comfortable with myself. I wish I realized this sooner though. I tend to be confused by everything around me, about me, that happens with me, until way after the fact. I'm so sorry for confusing myself, and I never did this on purpose. I really thought my problem was that I was transgender at the time. I also didn't accept agender as a real thing for me either back then.
I find this to be a point of maturation, onward to adulthood.
As as far as pronouns go
I used to have a lot more to say about myself but now I think the big old description I had was probably trying too hard. I am constantly reaching new levels of pretentiousness, and this new level means being a person of few words.|
(Though I'm not actually very good at that.)
Name's Shay, I'm 17, cis-female, bisexual, and emo trash. I met Frank Iero once and I'm still not over it. I make everything a print on the off chance someone will want it. Follow for fairies surrounded by MCR lyrics.