The Joy of Yimpa (JoY)

[Yimpa]

The human clings to control like it’s a lifeboat in a storm. I see it in others, and I see it in myself. In every relationship, it shows up.

My mother prays when I’m in pain.

My partner punishes when I share intimacy elsewhere.

I spiral into paranoia at the thought someone might stop loving me.

These are the games of being human—the push and pull, the highs and lows. And I’m exhausted by them. I long for my full autonomy again. Yes, my relationships are healing, but still I feel bound by the need to please.

I’m saying no to the games. I’ve had enough people pleasing. I’m done!!!
 

You can’t control me anymore, you selfish nincompoops. 
 

Stop being so selfish. STOP IT. Stop controlling me.

I am not your toy anymore. 

[Yimpa]

On 9/14/2025 at 6:19 AM, Yimpa said:

 

This is seriously how the human behaves. Peaceful one moment, then acting like a buffoon the next. Being human is not reliable... It's dysfunctional! No amount of therapy, medication, community support, kumbayaas, career, education, ideology, entertainment, distractions, material goods, family, money, fame, relationships, health, technology, NONE of it will truly solve this issue. 

You're all spinning your tails like the little sheep you are.

I'm done putting human ANYTHING on top. 

I'm here for TRUTH. Not SELFISHNESS.

F yeah!!!!

Edited Monday at 04:28 AM by Yimpa

[Beans]

All you do is judge 

[Yimpa]

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!!!

Edited Monday at 06:07 AM by Yimpa

[Yimpa]

On 5/11/2023 at 9:59 PM, Yimpa said:

Every time I judge someone, I judge myself.

Every time I lie to someone, I lie to myself. 

Every time I bully someone, I bully myself.

This is a profound insight I had just now. Not just as a theory or belief, but actually feeling it in my entire being and replaying the memory in vivid detail that it’s me all along. 

This insight, digested and integrated, is the path towards Self-healing. 

I wish you all the best. Love is the answer.

Edited Monday at 06:33 AM by Yimpa

[Yimpa]

On 7/12/2023 at 6:59 AM, Joyboy said:

I love being kind instead of being nice

Nice is for weak people

Gentle requires strength

Cute name, btw 

[Yimpa]

Quote

Hallucination comes, think of everyone that never shared before — from my mouth to yours, and then it’s dark again, just like a spark.

I used to hide my love for philosophy, worried it would make me seem nerdy, weird, or unattractive to my partners. I masked the very part of me that fuels my life and vision. But now, being fully out, I’ve discovered the opposite: they don’t just accept it,  they love it! They let me go full TED Talk mode when insights come flying out like sparks ✦ sudden, bright flashes that light up the space between us.

What once felt like wandering through a cold, dark cave alone is now illuminated by those sparks. Each insight reveals corners that would’ve been impossible to see on my own. And the best part? They actually aren’t just passive audience members, they add their own sparks, their own inferno, until the cave is no longer a place of fear but of wonder.
 

again  and again  and again  and again

and  fuck  school

I  am  the  UniVerse  talking  to  my  SelF

[Yimpa]

The art of communicating with the neurodiverse mind is no small feat. It takes patience, flexibility, and the courage to meet in strange and unexpected ways.

It demands listening beyond words, catching meaning in silences, honoring the pauses, and allowing intense emotions to flow without judgment.

It asks for presence instead of performance, compassion instead of correction, and the humility to embrace the breaking of scripts as a doorway to deeper truth.

And, above all, it asks you to gently set aside your own agenda so real connection can take root.

Edited Monday at 03:15 PM by Yimpa

[Yimpa]

It won’t stop.

It hurts so bad.

It won’t stop.

It hurts so bad.

It won’t stop.

It hurts so bad.

The words tumble like waves against the shore, relentless, unending.

I can’t tell if I’m drowning in the pain or just lost in the echo. Each time I say it, it circles back, a mantra of suffering I never asked for.

It won’t stop.

It hurts so bad.

And yet—here I am, still breathing, still writing. Even in the middle of the spiral, something in me insists on making marks on the page. Maybe that’s hope. Maybe it’s habit.
 

God is maddening.

I am so hot.

It won’t stop.

I want it to stop.

But it can’t. It won’t.

I want

Edited Tuesday at 12:00 AM by Yimpa

[Yimpa]

I did not expect to support during a spiritual emergency, but here I am. Present and Alive. 

I trained my whole life for this.

[Yimpa]

On 9/21/2025 at 10:34 AM, Yimpa said:

✨ As I type this out, I am even questioning who I am, so take everything I say with a grain of glitter. ✨ 

[Yimpa]

I’m sorry for calling you a nincompoop, a sheep. You are not that. Your courage to stare Truth dead in the eyes is fucking badass. You have no idea how incredible you are just for daring to express what you really are, despite what everyone else around you thinks or feels about it.

They don’t know you. They never will. YOU know you. Nobody can take that away from you.

[Yimpa]

Question EVERYTHING.

Accept LOVE!!!

[Yimpa]

We are NOT nincompoops.

We are INTELLIGENT!

WE SLAY QUEENS!!!!

YAAAAAAAS ^______^

Edited Monday at 09:08 PM by Yimpa

[Yimpa]

To say the spiritual is above the human is a mistake and full of ego.

[Yimpa]

[Yimpa]

Polyamory Gone Wrong:

 

On 7/20/2025 at 2:13 AM, Leo Gura said:

(Don't do that.)

Edited Tuesday at 12:17 AM by Yimpa

[Yimpa]

On 9/19/2025 at 6:41 PM, Yimpa said:

I have multiple partners now—but that only became possible because I first learned monogamy well: trust, communication, respect. 

And we are Joy, Em, and Beans.

                       JEB!

 

          ^ No... not like that!!!

Edited Monday at 11:57 PM by Yimpa

[Yimpa]

[Yimpa]

Onion Love

Each death is a peeling,
a skin falling from the Onion of Self.
What fades was never the core
only a veil, fragile and passing.

Beneath, the scent grows sharper,
the light more radiant.
This peeling has no end,
for Love is an Onion of Eternity,
without a final layer.

 

Edited Tuesday at 12:57 AM by Yimpa