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Paul 👋🏻🖖🏻 Accountant 👨🏻‍💻🧮 Nerdy Gaymer 🤓🕹️ Gay Cis Man (He/Him) 🏳️‍🌈💅🏻🚬🐐 Level 41 🗓️🎂 NYC (Brooklyn) 🏠🗽 Half 🇰🇷 Half 🇩🇪🇬🇧🇮🇹 Occasionally NSFW 👀🤭 Insta: @paulmart1n84
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Reintroduction thread:

Name: Paul

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Location: NYC (Brooklyn)

Interests: Legos/Broadway/Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Anime… general nerdom

Vocation: Auditing/Corporate Accounting
Selfie at my home office desk with my arms crossed and a bit a bear face Selfie in my entryway mirror flexing my bicep in workout clothes
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Hey girl, it’s been a minute 👋🏻
One World Trade Center (where my office is)
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Let’s get this bread 🫠🥱😴

Running late despite getting ready early… 🤦🏻‍♂️
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In and out of the gym before the sun is fully up 😴
Gym locker room mirror selfie flexing my bicep in my kdh shirt Photo of the pink tinged morning clouds outside the gym
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So far so good… keeping it lighter and focusing on moves that don’t engage the lower back/glutes as much as possible… also lots of stretching
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First attempt at the gym again, over a week since the sciatica incident.

🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻
Gym selfie giving the peace sign
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Woke up again despite wishing I hadn’t… let’s get this day started I guess 🥲
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That’s probably the cutest drunk impulse ever ☺️
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Tonight’s insomnia fueled poetry 🫠
Brick by brick 10/15/2025

Brick by brick 
I slowly put each one in place
Each tile laid, a memory buried 

Pour the concrete
Let it set
Feelings entombed laid to rest

Brick by brick 
The walls grow taller
Every hole patched twice as thick

Set the mortar 
Fill every crevice
Close the wounds that hurt so deep 

Brick by brick 
Seal it shut
Let no man near this heart again Regrets 10/15/2025

I grow weary of collecting regrets, my life feels strewn with them. 

For how is one supposed to enjoy the journey and look back fondly when the path is marred with the echoes of their actions, the pain dulled yes, but still marked upon the surface. 

Each regret pulling at my ankles as I try to go, like strands of seaweed as I wade through the murky waters of life.

And as they amass and cling to me, they threaten to pull me beneath the waves.
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Trying to see the joy in life again… but all I see are cloudy skies…

When will these sky’s part and my mood lift?

I suppose only time will tell.
Black and white image of Bart Simpson slumped over in a chair with a dejected expression. Text below says “there are no more great days, just days”
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Disassociating to not feel anything, but then my stomach rumbled and I realized, oops, it’s 9:52pm and I forgot to eat today 🫠
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It has been a day… and tomorrow is going to be another day… and another after that… and another…

🫩🫩🫩
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I particularly like rogue… for reasons…

🤭🥵🤤
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I have to go into the office tomorrow and this displeases me greatly 😑
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It’s taken decades to get to where I am in life that could have been sooner had I grown up in an environment that would have accepted me wholeheartedly for who I was.
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Trust me, if being gay was a choice, I know 16 year old me would have decided to be straight in a heartbeat.

The next 10 years of my life were as tumultuous as possible, after the college outing, I experienced homelessness, binge drinking and depression, and two more suicide attempts.
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I just said all the right things they wanted to hear. “I was just curious” “I had heard about it and was just seeing what it was”

I receded into a shell of a being just to get out of those “therapy” sessions.
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Eventually a cop car pulled up and I was just so tired at this point I didn’t even try to run or pretend I wasn’t who they were looking for.

After the dust settled, my dad took me to a therapist to “fix me”.
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Of course, my parents were not at work, and as I neared my house I saw a squad car outside.

So I turned and ran to the woods at the end of my neighborhood. I got there and I just sat on a picnic bench lost for what to do… I hadn’t planned this part.