Introduction
Hi I am an anonymous potsticker and I may or may not be incorrectly diagnosed with bipolar disorder. I was two pages into the Year of the Tiger: An Activist’s Life by Alice Wong, when I started to wonder, what would I advocate for? Mental health? Being Asian American? Identifying as a female? Asexuality? Then Alice Wong made a good point. Being an activist could be as simple as sharing the shit you’ve been through and are going through. So whatever I’m advocating for, I am here to share with you the shit I’m going through. I have a feeling most stories will be about my ever-evolving and life-governing intrusive thoughts. Or my insecurities about being a female Asian-American, how I wonder over if that guy on Route 1 cut me off because of my exterior identity. Or me worrying about how I’m going to write an adult fiction novel if I can’t even identify what being sexually attracted to someone feels like.
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I’m not even going to proofread this. This is my first post and hopefully more post can come. This will be a collection of my life where I am advocating for something. Maybe, for me.
