The email I got suggested I could cancel, even linking the event page. However, navigating to that link I could find no clear button that allows me to cancel.
The event is today. Is it still possible? How do I cancel?
The suffix -oid is used to connote something similar but not exactly the same as the root it is attached to, as in "metalloid", a word describing elements with properties between metals and nonmetals.
"Female + oid" should thus mean not female, but approaching/similar to female, i.e., a demigirl (neutral connotation). Unfortunately now because of its dehumanising connotation (the full word being "female + humanoid", which, who would think of this?) I would NOT recommend any usage of this word.
I am a choirister and am soon competing in an international competition next weekend. My choir has been ramping up the intensity and frequency of our rehearsals in preparation, and I attended every single one.
Separately, I sang in an open mic last Friday and it was AMAZING. I never sang pop music in this capacity before, it was a first getting to hype people up.
But these in combination must have really tired my voice out AND I BARELY NOTICED.
I am the sort of the person with NO self control, I WILL sing as loud and dramatically as I can during rehearsals and performances 😂 I realised I was ignoring the warning signs cuz yesterday I was singing for a gathering too just in a super low register as the middle-high register was already worn out😂😂😂
Today its just completely gone. My voice is NOT working and when I speak its creaky and really high or low. For some reason my throat is NOT sore or painful its just the sound that is completely lost on me. I have never had this kind of experience before really but now I may not even recover in time for next week 💔💔💔 whatever happens happens though im not all that tossed up about it.
It IS a genuinely frustrating experience to not be able to talk properly though. Holy fuck.
Coincidentally today is my 19th birthday!! Which is incredibly funny timing for such an issue lol
Anyone else had such an experience? I have the intuition its due to my undefined throats notself pushing it past what it is capable but idk. Maybr its just my brain trying to make this HD-related.😂😂😂
tw: detailed description of the sexual assault (i still feel unsure if it counts, even though logically it should)
It's almost 2am and you're on my mind. I saw someone who looked awfully like your younger brother in the condominium gym the other day. The thought that you might still be living on my block disturbs me.
I actually barely remember how old you were and how old I was. All I remember is that you were in secondary school, around 14 years old. I must have been around 11. I don't know who you are today. I don't know what you are doing. All I know is that you're a fucking terrible person.
I remember the exact place you "confessed", behind the glass doors of the function room facing the playground. Faced with my reluctance, you told me you knew about the boy my age I was friends with. You asked me, "look at how fat he is, how would he fuck you if you married him?" I did not understand that question.
What I did understand, was that I was the outcast amongst the kids who frequented that playground, and you were the ringleader who decided all the games and who got to join. if I played along, maybe you'd help me belong.
You took me to the handicap toilet near the lift lobby and proceeded to kiss me with tongue. I didn't even know it was a thing, because the first thing I did when you instructed me to "kiss you" was to give you a "family kiss". I still remember how it tasted (no words can describe it, but it was bad). I put up no resistance, assuming that's what you wanted. When you told me to "kiss you back" I did despite finding no appeal in it.
You undressed me and penetrated me with your finger, asking me if I "was horny". I didn't understand the meaning of "horny" because I was 11 fucking years old and I don't even think I was physically developed enough to feel pleasure there because it only felt uncomfortable. I said "yes" because I assumed that discomfort was what it referred to.
I even remember you telling me I was "flat" and that you "didn't like feeling like you were hugging an ironing board." Well fucker guess what, you were hugging a child who has barely developed what you're looking for so you can fuck off.
I played along, now feeling that I was now "in too deep" to refuse. I reported diligently every week to that same toilet because that was the deal. Every Wednesday, distinctly.
You boasted about having many girlfriends in primary school. Imagine how many fuckin girls 12 and under that you did this to. Best case scenario, it was just me. I'm lucky that I'm very psychologically positive and lack any other serious vulnerabilities, that I'm only recalling and being mildly upset over this once every couple years. If someone else were to take my place, I'm really not sure how it would have affected them.
God I'm so lucky to be living in such a fortunate place. I almost feel bad for whining about this when there's like 30,000 worse things.
Eventually you broke things off and told me to take this secret to the grave. But I still remember what you'd done.
And though I still feel like blaming myself for going along with it, I was 11. I was stupid. I was naive. As an 11 year old fucking should be. If you thought this was okay, then you are really a lost cause.
I wish I could have told you I remember, even now. I'd told this story many times online, but it was censored of your exact actions. This is the first time I'd even found the courage to express the precise details of what happened, if only in writing. I wish I could confront you and condemn your actions publicly, but it's been so long ago, so nebulous and unprovable, that I have nothing to back me up, and no drive to bother.
All I can really say is fuck you and go to hell. Not for the impact you caused me, as I don't feel all that traumatised. Only for your actions. Though I hope you'd changed since you were 14, the fact is that I still remember what you did.