SincerelyHim

@sincerelyhim.bsky.social

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31 (he/him), AuDHD N/SFW ASMR audio creator, writer, performer, MDNI | Banner & PFP by @tiainthestars.bsky.social

My future ticket reservations, including Hadestown, Spider-Man: Brand New Day and Avengers: Doomsday.
The bad of a sub from Jersey Mike's that says "Erik aka Magneto" because Magneto's real name in the comics is Erik Lehnsherr.
A pile of printed copies of my play
a screenshot from my hidden message requests on Twitter, with all of the senders named Sophie
A video featuring vocals singing a poem I wrote called "Until We Meet Again"
Promotional art for a play I wrote called The 27 Club featuring a zippo lighter with a skull shaped flame, and 5 members of the 27 Club: Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Kurt Cobain, and Amy Winehouse.
A screenshot of Why from tick, tick...BOOM!
An unfinished list of my 5 favorite songs from each Taylor Swift album
If every human life is a song then I suppose it's not a stretch to say that you composed mine For better or worse, each note of my melody was meticulously placed upon a staff and set in front of me from a very young age “Go on. Play it,” you’d say and I would stumble my way through fingers trying desperately to reach each key hands contorting with grotesque effort as I attempted to play each note flawlessly And at the end of my rendition? No heartfelt congratulations No sincere approval Only “constructive” criticism Only “well-meaning” feedback wherein each imperfection was laid bare and I was made to stare at it until I could list every last detail from memory
A picture of the pre-show stage of The Last 5 Years at a local theatre.
A children's book called Harvey the Heart Had Too Many Farts
Photo of the lower half of my face, resting on the back of my hand. Slight smile.
It’s okay to cry Wet cheeks are not a sign of weakness They are a sign of pain taken, yes but also pain withstood The fact that there are tears shows that you are very much alive The fact that it hurts means it will heal Scars are not ugly they are the signs of a warrior fighting the battle of might vs misery But all warriors need moments of rest moments of quiet moments of clarity Allow yourself to feel Allow yourself to hurt Allow yourself to heal It’s okay It’s okay It’s okay
A black tote bag with white text printed on it, reading "we would say there's no limit to the things you can carry around in this handy oatly tote bag but there is a limit and it's 6 or 7 things"
For humanity to heal Unity must be achieved Culture should be rightfully recognized and Kindness should finally triumph over evil I see a way forward, if we all agree to Celebrate each of our differences Everyone bleeds red, but must we bleed at all? The first letter of each line is bolded. Reading downward, it spells FUCK ICE
A screenshot from the Wikipedia page of Sue Grafton, with her daughter's statement regarding her literary legacy highlighted. The statement reads: Her daughter said Grafton would never allow a ghostwriter to write in her name and "as far as we in the family are concerned, the alphabet now ends at Y."
Frankie Foster from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends
Metal utility pole and powerlines in a field
A video clip of an original song with the lyrics reading I lowkey kinda like you It's so hard to say, but I do You make my life feel like new I'm so thankful I could find you 'Cause I lowkey kinda like you Hope you feel the same way I do On the dark nights, you shine right through Like a clear sky with a bright moon
Talk to the monster under your bed Invite them to sleep on the couch Make peace with your demons Then show them the door Make sure they can find their way out Give the skeletons in your closet some air Play some music to soothe their old bones There’s room for mistakes in everyone's life But they don't have a place in your home
A panning view of my new theatre wall, with a clip of the song "A Musical" from Something Rotten playing underneath
The wall in my apartment, adorned with musical theatre posters
Galaxy brain meme reading: Facetiming your partner: smart Seeing your partner in person: smarter Living with your partner: genius Setting your partner's face as your lock and home screen so you can see your love every every time you open your phone: galaxy brain
A brown cardboard box with the words "sissy clothes" written on it in black marker.
A scratch off poster with the name of 60 modern musicals in tickets of varying sizes
“You’re so mature for your age!” Thanks! Inside me is a child who never got the chance to be one “You’re wise beyond your years!” Aww! I was forced to grow up before the world outgrew me “You’ve got such a good head on your shoulders!” That’s so sweet! “Strong” feels less like a compliment and more like a guilty verdict I was forced to mature before being young I was wise before being naive If the head on my shoulders is strong as they say Then why do I still feel so weak?
Do not mistake my apathy for a lack of care I am simply tired The world continues to turn and as the days grow colder so, too, do our hearts While total unity is a pipe dream I yearn for a day when our children do not have to live in fear of the gun their classmate’s parents thought of as more important than their lives I yearn for a day when a person of color no longer has to keep their head on a swivel for fear of being brutalized or deported simply because the pigment of their skin differs from our own I yearn for a day when love can be love and everyone is free to be their truest self without judgement, hatred, or dismissal for being allowed to exist as you see yourself should never be too large an ask But all of this seems so far away Much further than ever before So the times continue to weigh heavy on my overburdened body Do not mistake my apathy for a lack of care I am simply tired
Caring is killing you You wish you could be less empathetic liberated from the chains of your own kindness because, as it stands, it takes every bit of energy you have Your light is gone your drive is drained and your willpower? What willpower? Where? That vanished a long time ago Now, your heart is confined within the walls of your compassion where not a ray of sunlight can reach it Your empathy is Jericho with massive walls surrounding your soul keeping you senselessly safe in your isolation You care so much for others, that you leave no kindness remaining for yourself When others struggle for redemption you are there to provide it When others start to drown, you appear, ready and willing to dive in after them You are as noble and selfless as they come But caring is killing you Let yourself escape from your endless empathy, my friend And share some of that love with yourself
A buncha cats congregating
I used to be so alive I am fading now You created me to alleviate your loneliness I was whatever you needed me to be Someone to talk to Someone to play with Someone to trust I would stay awake while you slept Keeping watch by the glow of your nightlight Your silent protector, steadfast and sure Never a fairweather friend But recently our dynamic has shifted You talk to others instead of me You find your fun with them You trust them with your secrets instead And when you sleep Your room is so dark I can no longer see you It shouldn’t be surprising You grew up as everyone does I just wish we had more time You were what made me so alive I am fading now…
My days could be darker than night My hope could be non-existent Life could be bleaker than a John Green novel or more frightening than a Wea Craven flick But when you smile all of my sorrow melts away
Ziggy, I first joined the NSFW VA space about 10 years ago, but I have been VAing since I was 16. In the 14 years I've been doing this, I have seen people of various skill levels with wildly different degrees of audio quality. But the one thing that they all had in common with each other was a drive and a dream. Sure, people with better mics and sound treated spaces got more roles, but in this space specifically, we're not really auditioning for roles. We are baring ourselves and being vulnerable. What's special about that is you can do everything WITHOUT needing the highest quality out of the gate. I mean it when I said we all start somewhere. Hell, when I started, I was using a mic from the Rockband game that I figured out also worked on my computer. I had pops, plosives, clicks, breaths...I had everything that most would consider a no-no. But I kept going. I built my skill, I saved up for a decent mic, and I learned my way around some software that would help with noise cancelling. That was the goal, and I got there eventually. But there's the key word. Eventually. You have personality, you have talent...but more importantly, you have the same drive and the same dream I saw in everyone else back when I was 16. You may not have the same sound quality as everyone else, but as long as your voice is audible, I am willing to bet that most people will not mind Mrs Daisy driving her old jalopy down the road outside your window. As long as you are doing what you love for reasons you love...everything else will fall into place. Eventually. Keep going. You got this. ❤️
A screenshot of the Twitter app and Xfinity app icons
A picture of Since with a wistful look on his face
A sample of my cover of Get in the Water from Epic the Musical.