The Joy of Yimpa (JoY)

[Yimpa]

21 hours ago, Yimpa said:

I just got this ridiculous ad.

Seriously? This is the best you got?! "Just Ask Google"?

What about, Just Ask GOD

Where the GOD is GOD around here?!

I don't want a pizza ffs... I want GOD!!!

4 minutes ago, Yimpa said:

JK!

[Yimpa]

Google gave me pizza instead of divinity, then spat out Jimmy Kimmel when I asked for GOD.

Fuck.

[Yimpa]

I’ve accomplished more in the past 9 months than I have in the past 9 years.

Transformation, ftw 

[Yimpa]

Quote

I love sensory music. -M/Em

 

                                                                🌟✨🌌 The Moon.
                        The Stars.
      Your Voice.

Open your Eyes. 🌌✨🌟

 

Edited Thursday at 06:41 AM by Yimpa

[Yimpa]

[Yimpa]

Limitations placed on reality IS the Infinite Intelligence at work.

DUH!

[Beans]

People think intelligence is perfection. 
or the perfect grammar.

Or that the absence of intelligence is nonverbal communication. 
In different ways of self expression. 
And it’s so intense. This feeling of needing to conform. 
To be more “proper” 

Society to me feels as if it wants to train me to be this obedient lap dog. 
 

I’m not your fucking dog. 
I don’t give a shit if you think I’m stupid or less intelligent than you. 
stroking your own ego.  Your ignorance throws me off. Leaves such a disgusting sickening taste in my mouth. And the worse part of it is, that your saliva is poison. Infecting my own brain telling me I’m stupid attacking and manifesting. Fuck you, this isn’t mine. 
I’d rather barf my own fucking guts out. 
cleanse my body of this toxic, bleed it out, cut it out. 

 

Edited Wednesday at 02:17 AM by Beans

[Beans]

I hate how crippling those words made me feel. 
I hate how much power I give to those words. 
to people.  Leaves me so vulnerable. The worse part of it all. Is my own ego. This anger. This sickening feeling that I want to dominate. To prove you wrong. To bite. 
it feels like competitive nature, but in reality it’s my desire to put myself on a pedestal to say I’m better than you. 
If I swallow that same poison 

I become exactly like you. 
and I’d rather die than be anything like that. 

Edited Wednesday at 02:17 AM by Beans

[Yimpa]

For over a decade, through my teenage years and early twenties, I cycled through traditional mental illness prescriptions: antidepressants, antipsychotics, one after another. These pills kept me surviving but never truly alive, trapped in patterns of nonsuicidal self-injury (NSSI) ~~~ punching walls, throwing objects, screaming my guts out, desperate just to release my frustration onto the world. And I carried so much shame, believing I’d be chained to this cycle forever.

But now, I experience life with profoundly more gentleness.

I still take one traditional medication, a tiny, kiddie dose (lit-er-ally the lowest dose) of a stimulant for my ADHD. Whereas in my past I took not only the highest dose, but an Adderall booster on top of that.

How did I do it? Psychedelics opened the cocoon, and gender-affirming care gave me wings. I don’t just exist anymore, I live a values-based life, grounded, authentic, and empowered.

I am a butterfly, a hummingbird, a phoenix, a peacock, you name it.

tl;dr: I am radiant and soaring, beyond the traditional framework that kept me a prisoner in my own mind and body.

[Yimpa]

Progesterone + Estrodiol + Testosterone = PET

On 9/13/2025 at 7:19 PM, Yimpa said:

 

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58 minutes ago, PurpleTree said:

First time ever i did a water fast for like 6 days.

SURVIVAL AIN'T, A JOKE.

Edited Wednesday at 02:13 PM by Yimpa

[Yimpa]

What is rape? (trigger warning and serious topic)

I’m sitting with the reality of what rape is. Not as theory. Not as a headline borrowed from others’ experiences. But as something that lodges in my body, the mind, the nervous system. When I touch that reality, ANGER rises like fire through my chest. My muscles remember the language of tension, my thoughts turn jagged, my breath shortens.

The body does not lie. It knows this experience as harm, intentional or not. It doesn’t stop to ask, “Did they mean it?” before it reacts. Intent may matter later, in words or explanations, but in the raw moment of violation the body only knows rupture. The nervous system stamps it as unsafe.

The confusion cuts even deeper when the harm wasn’t intentional, because then my anger has nowhere clear to land. Yet intention doesn’t erase impact. Meaning well doesn’t heal a wound. My body teaches me, again and again, that impact is its own truth.

And anger is not alone. Grief curls in its shadow. Confusion claws at the edges, raw and relentless. Sometimes there is only the flat gray of numbness. Each emotion arrives with its own texture, its own rhythm, and to feel them is to face the truth: rape is never abstract.

It is lived. It is endured. It is carried.

Rape is not how they portray it in movies or in stories. It is not neat. It is not scripted. It is felt—without logical reason.

But this time, I am not allowing myself to be taken advantage of. I am setting clear boundaries, speaking them aloud, and letting others know I will not tolerate that behavior. To name the harm is one act of reclamation; to stand firm in my boundaries is another. In that stance, I feel the slow return of power: rooted in my body, claimed by my voice.

Let the healing begin. Broken edges and all.

Edited Wednesday at 04:36 PM by Yimpa

[Yimpa]

On 9/19/2025 at 3:06 PM, Yimpa said:

SLAY, LIKE A QUEEN

[Yimpa]

Shame whispers the door should have stayed locked.

Curiosity shows me what honesty forced wide open.

Truth cracked the shell and planted a powerful seed.

[Yimpa]

On 6/25/2023 at 1:46 AM, Yimpa said:

@Moksha  I tried proclaiming to my therapist that I understood what God is. However, I realize now that I was sneakily needing to get her approval and praise. She never gave it to me in a manner that catered to my own personal expectations, which is one of the best teachings I’ve received. 

It seems that the subtler the teaching, the more potent it is. 

(Throwback insight. It ain’t Thursday here, but it is in the Philippines (my bloodline), so puck it!)

No need for approval from anybody, especially from nobody 

#tbt

 

[Yimpa]

Every trap is a rap

And I’m a snack

—-

Alright, my rapping career is officially over.

[Yimpa]

Just now, Yimpa said:

Everything Everywhere All at Once

I love it for very obvious reasons.

And I am the main characters ^__^ 

[Yimpa]

My aunt SA me when I was younger.

And now she is dying of COVID and cancer, in the ER, in her final hours. Incoherent.

I haven’t communicated with her since before my transition. Over five years of silence.

I feel I need to do the right thing and share my true self—not who I was, and not from the pain of the past.

To let her know that I am in a much better place, and that nothing is wrong. No wrongdoing at all. We are saying farewell to what is false.

This is Unconditional Love. I forgive all ignorance.