So You Think You Love Me?

Published on 12 July 2025 at 21:14

A Little Public Service Announcement.

 

Hi.

You just read my blog.

Or maybe two. Or even all! πŸ₯Ή

You saw some posts about grief, healing, growing up rough, or surviving heartbreak — and now you think you’re in love?

 

Breathe. Stretch. Rehydrate. Maybe go to therapy? Or check yourself, whatever floats your boat πŸ›Ά

Because what you might actually be feeling… is emotional literacy for the first time.

You’re welcome! πŸ˜‡

 

I get it. Vulnerability is hot.

But let’s not confuse resonance with romance.

If my trauma unlocked something in you — that’s therapy’s job to hold, not mine. I already survived it. I’m living proof therapy works! If I can, you can too!

 

Also, if you’re only here because I’m vulnerable and Inuk — that’s not romance. That’s fetishization...

= de-humanization.

 

This isn’t an application form for “understanding girlfriend” or “emotional life jacket.”

 

So before you message “Hey gorgeous” or drop a vague “Hey you, remember me? πŸ‘€” ask yourself:

Would you still be interested if I wasn’t poetic + open about my pain and life experiences?

 

I’m not here to be saved. I’m not here to save you.

 

I’m here to write, publish, to witness, and to reclaim my softness without owing anyone access to it. I might be a tad silai but I'm not naive.

 

I don’t need a fixer. Or a follower. Or a fantasy.

And no, you can’t trauma bond your way into my life. 

 

If this sounds harsh — cool!

Boundaries aren’t meant to be cozy.

 

πŸ’…πŸ½ This is a public page. Not a personal ad.

πŸ’¬ This is storytelling. Not a flirt hotline.

🧼 This is emotional clarity. Not a cute misunderstanding.

 

So if you’re on my page to heal with me, welcome! But at the same time, keep your distance especially if I don’t know you personally.

 

If you’re here to find a wife because I had the courage to cry online — absolutely not! That’s not attractive.

 

With love,

(the universal kind, not the flirty kind)

 

πŸ“This is healing out loud, not Love Island.

 

Remember, this isn’t some online dating site.

(If you treat it that way, avanii creep!)

But if you're just being friendly, just say that: I won't bite!


Unless you’re a hot, confident healing man who knows Inuk culture or even is an Inuk; knows how pilak a natsiq, talk about your feelings, respect boundaries, has a ski-doo, boat and/or a honda… 

Then maybe. Just maybe πŸ‘€

 

Author. Inuk. Soft, but not stupid.

– Annie