I have an on-and-off bf of 5 years. He sent me a message last night about collecting edible mushrooms from the forest (presumably to cook) after I said I might visit London soon. It's his autist way of expressing love by feeding others. (He's ill and on disability benefits; no budget for fancy stuff from shops.) I miss him a lot — am under-cuddled "up north".

You can't say this stuff on Gab without a torrent of abuse from rather judgemental religious types. It's sad, because there's a lack of grace, compassion, and WWG1WGA-ness. It pains me when Xn friends say I can "do better" when they don't really understand the person I love and why. The jabs have also poisoned our intimate relations with physical risk and longevity uncertainty.