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Skool Follow Feature
Does anyone know the significance behind the Skool follow feature? I tried to google it and it just made me confused. Skool notifies me of everything already but I’m wondering if the follow feature makes it so that you actually get notified of specific people’s activity in the group
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@Frederik Schaaf the chat feature works with out following so that’s why it’s perplexing
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Trauma Dump... maybe tmi...TLDR
Been sitting on this post for a few hours. During yesterday's call about loneliness, I was pretty quiet, partially because I was late, but I also didn't really know how to articulate what I've been dealing with without oversharing and feeling like I'm a weirdo. But I think the next part of my healing is sharing everything without censoring myself or apologizing for it. I don't want to do it, but I think that's the only thing i haven't done yet. I haven't even told my best friends everything because of an irrational fear that they'll leave. Trigger warning: sexual and psychological abuse. Self-harm/substance use. Suicide mention Pretty standard, parents divorced and I blamed myself after hearing my parents fight over how they were raising me. Dad is anger driven and authoritative and demanded respect and submission (i attribute part of that to his job as a cop). Mom was mostly rational and explained things. He moved out into an apartment, kind of on a sublevel. My brother and I made a friend in the complex and we hung out through the summer. During that summer, he introduced me to sex and showed me how to suck and fuck. That was when I knew I was gay. I vividly remember that most of the times happened outside in the landscaping in front of/next to my dad's window and next to a busy road, but the one that has been plaguing me is when the friend was at my dad's apartment and dared me to give him a secret bj in the living room behind one of these giant speakers while my dad was on the other side folding laundry. Did it and never got caught. This was like a 4-6 week ordeal. Fast forward a few years, my friends started getting curious and we'd experiment with each other. Dad caught my best friend and I playing Truth or Dare; got way out of hand. He freaked out so bad I don't even remember half of what he yelled, but I remember thinking "this isn't the first time he's reacted like this to something small so I'll just shut up and nod and get it over with." Then, my brother started asking me about sex when I was about 10-12ish and I kept telling him he needed to talk to mom or dad about it. We were home alone and he kept pushing and pushing, and I eventually caved, explained oral sex and showed how it works. It immediately got weird and we both felt really awkward and gross about it, so we agreed to never say anything because we both knew it was weird and wrong and didn't want to do it ever again.
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You know after reading this and trying to come to terms with some things from my childhood it makes me question why Lady Gaga’s fans are called “monsters”. There’s a particular experience I had as a teen that makes me tether totter on wondering if I’m more of a victim or more of a monster. Fear was a major driver in the decisions I made at that time but defining where the line should have been drawn was very confusing. What I learned tho is that the world has an interesting way of bending our perception of ourselves and gaslighting us into believing things that are not true about ourselves. I was thinking about telling more of my story on our next call on Monday but a part of me is wondering if the few of us in this thread should jump on a Zoom call with each other to offer that space of sharing to each other and keep it a bit more intimate since their are a lot of heavy emotions and experiences within this kind of conversation. Smaller circles can go deeper than larger audiences if that makes sense.
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@Jacyn Benzinger that is very true. When you say it out loud that bridge between the mental space and body space is built. Lots of subconscious thoughts can come up and out into the conscious that way
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Coffee break tomorrow 11am PDT (4/15)
Topic: internalized Homophobia (I might record that one) Who’s joining? ☺️
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Definitely need a nature walk after today’s talk 😭😫😨
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@Greg Henriques thats a beautiful tattoo! Quite fitting since it was a tie into having that need of nature after such an emotional wave today.
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Monogamy vs Ethical non Monogamy
What do you believe in? I would like to hear your theory and why it works out for you ☺️
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On Love, Scarcity, and the Stories We Were Handed This isn't a passing thought for me. Love — its architecture, its capacity, its many forms — has been a lifelong fascination. Maybe it's the Aquarius stellium sitting in my 7th house that has always pushed me to see relationships through a lens that's a little weirder, a little stranger, a little more willing to question the blueprint. Whatever the source, I've been turning this over for years. It started, of all places, at a Bible camp — a Chrysalis retreat — where I was introduced to the concept of agape: unconditional, boundless love. Something cracked open in me. For the first time I understood that love wasn't one thing. It had forms, textures, expressions. And that realization immediately raised two questions I haven't stopped sitting with since: if love has so many forms, what is its actual capacity? And if I can share something that feels infinite with my friends and family — the same love, different experiences, different ways of showing it — why is romantic love the one form that gets pigeonholed into a single person? It felt claustrophobic — expecting one person to hold all of that love. And equally overwhelming — trying to share something infinite so finitely. I've spent a lot of time interrogating where that rule came from. Some of it is religious inheritance — though even that has its ironies. Jesus had twelve disciples and preached relentlessly about loving your neighbor. Maybe he meant it in more ways than one. I'm just saying. Some of it is property law — the original architecture of marriage had far more to do with ownership than with love. Some of it is the mythology we've absorbed through every film and fairytale that ends with the one. We were handed a framework and told it was nature. But frameworks aren't nature. They're agreements. And agreements can be examined. Descartes built an entire philosophical method around this — the idea that the most dangerous beliefs are the ones we've never thought to question, the ones that arrived so early and so quietly that they feel like bedrock. What he found when he questioned everything was that most of what he assumed was solid, wasn't. I think the same scrutiny deserves to be applied to what we've inherited about love.
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@David Lima thank you 🙏 This is definitely something I have been talking, thinking, and everyone and again writing about for almost 15 years. Not all pieces have this quality just saying
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Internalized Homophobia through Panti's Experience
This video came into my awareness as a young 20 year old something and it was deeply touching. Check your self before you wreck yourself was a phrase that took on a whole new way of relating to it after hearing the words she said.
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Human Design coach. Buddhist practitioner. Fantasy writer. Aspiring filmmaker. Fortnite player. Building sacred systems for scattered souls. PWRS 🦁⚡️
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