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Snuggling up with Jay on the sofa, I softly whine. For the past few days, I had been having anxiety and it was finally gone. The others were discussing Earthly politics, something we often spoke of since all of us shared similar opinions on politics.

“I still believe Charlie Kirk got what he had coming for him, I mean… he wanted to protect gun rights in America and ended up dying by the very thing he fought to protect. And yet he’s still praised by right-wing idiots who bend to people like Elon and Trump.” As Reed spoke, Andy and Cog nodded in agreement.

“See… And that’s the thing, right-wing MAGA supporters on social media claim that their opinions are always right when that isn’t the case. In fact, statistically, 88.8% of MAGA voters are confirmed registered sex offenders, if I remember correctly from research.” Cog spoke, looking for more research to pull up. “Also, I hate ICE. They’re pulling innocent people from their homes and tearing apart lives. There was one ICE officer who was found guilty of trying to meet up with a minor.”

“Eww… Yeah, I absolutely despise ICE. They deported my parents, they texted me a few weeks ago. They’re legal US citizens by the way.” Darrius spoke up. Darrius’s parents came from Mexico and legally became US citizens for job opportunities. They were both faced with backlash over the years since his dad is black and his mom is Latina, but both being from Mexico.

“Oh that’s fucked… Yeah, no, fuck ICE.” Jay spoke, sighing softly and pulling me closer, kissing my cheeks a bunch as I whined and snuggled into him. “...and I am so glad Error’s favorite musician is anti-ICE.”

“Odetari, right? Figured he’s against ICE, especially since most of his community is made up of Latinos and Latinas, people of color and queer people. Also, ICE is apparently deporting trans people and stripping them of gender-affirming care.” Andy spoke up. His posture was very calm, given he can’t feel rage, anger or any sort of angry or negative emotion.

“Oh HELL no. That’s just fucked. But in all seriousness, where would they deport trans people to? That’s… fucked regardless.” Oliver spoke up, worried. All of us continued this, knowing we all hate Trump, Elon Musk, ICE, Charlie Kirk and MAGA.

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“Babe, hey… It’s okay, I’m here, your anxiety won’t hurt you now… You’re doing okay…” Jay’s voice spoke calmly as I cuddled into him. I was having anxiety after being out with friends for a bit. Usually I spend my time at home and not out with others, given that whenever I am out, it gives me anxiety. “You won’t be there next week or for a bit, it’s okay… I’m right here baby… I’ll always be here for you to calm you…”

As he held me close, I felt his hand rubbing my back slightly as the two of us laid in bed. Cog, who was on the sofa, noticed and stood up then walked in. Climbing into the bed with us, his arms wrapped around us gently. The sound of both his and Jay’s heartbeats echoed in my ear softly.

“You… sure he’s okay?” Cog asked, to which Jay nodded. “Okay… Good… I was worried there…”

“Yeah… Same… Mm…” Jay paused for a moment, then looked down at me, kissing my head. “You know… I was thinking… I don’t think I’m pan… I tried being the label thinking it was mine, but I’m… I’m truly bisexual…”

“...And I don’t think I’m pangender. I was programmed to know of every gender and be every one, but be masc presenting, but… I don’t feel truly every single one. I think… I think I’m just a dude. A guy. I want to be normal, to be me. And being a dude feels right to me. I think, though... I like he/they pronouns...” As Cog spoke, the two of us snuggled him softly, nuzzling into him a bit.

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“Ugh… I hate having anxiety for no reason…” Curling up with Jay, I laid on his lap as he pet behind my ears softly. There was no reason for my anxiety, but it was likely the reckless spending that had happened. Maybe the amount of ADHD symptoms I was having was scaring me. Often, I had to tell myself that I don’t have ADHD because of my fear of change. I hated change in things like my schedule (even sleep), diagnosis, medications and prescriptions, partners randomly changing their writing or texting style, partners changing their personality, and diet. Even getting a new partner now felt scary, or even having kids. This is why I disabled myself from being able to have kids.

Jay just kept holding me close as Oliver softly whispered to me to try and calm me down. Whenever I had anxiety, everyone had to whisper and not raise their voices above a whisper due to me being in a more startled state. No dishes were able to be moved, no pots and pans were able to be used, no sudden loud noises. No nothing. Just silence so I could slowly heal and get back up. However since I was off of meds, it was much easier to manage my emotions and mood, and I had less anxiety.

“It’s okay cariño… Mi amor, mi bebe… I’m right here… You’re safe here… The anxiety that you feel is a temporary feeling…” As Jay spoke, I felt myself getting calmer and calmer. His hands rubbing my sides and in my hair felt comforting. If anything, it felt nice being loved like this and I never wanted it to end.