A Moogle  🏳️‍🌈 💻 🎮 🎶 🇸🇪

Getting out of the house, working with amazing coworkers for 9 hours a day, 5 days a week was an incredible boon to my ability to be social. But I feel like in the past year, I've slid backwards to the point that I'm further behind than when I started my job in 2017.

As much as I would love to have close friends to visit once this is all over, I worry about how it will go. Not to get too far into it, but I feel like my sexuality has kind of entered a dormant state as a pure survival measure. Will I even be the same person afterward?

Will I still be the person that my friends befriended all those years ago? Will I even be able to make a move anymore?

It definitely feels a bit alien to meet up again and hang out. This general concept of getting physically closer having been not accepted before due to covid is still ingrained. Tbh I'm not the same person as I was before quarantine so.

Interesting. If I'm reading your message right, you're saying that part of what you've internalized from the pandemic is rejection by others? That's an interesting contrast to what I'm experiencing, which is an internalized rejection *of* others.

Little of both? Like coming out, I've definitely lost people I thought were my friends.(right before quarantine) I sort of embraced my hermit side through quarantine and getting physically close to people after quarantine is rather difficult for me at the moment

Eh, if they're willing to drop you just for not ascribing to the whole cishet thing, then to hell with 'em. If anything, it's why I tend to be fairly straightforward about being on the spectrum, non-cis, non-het, and a furry. I'm responsible about it, but it does come out.

I've always had little patience for furries where the first thing you know about them is *that* they're a fur. It's not that interesting of a personal attribute. But once the social groundwork is laid, it's good to bring it up, it cuts the assholes out early.