must be getting tired cause this cracked me up and then I sat there looking at it and starting laughing more!
I think I’m high or something ‘cause I am rolling on the floor.
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OH GOD HOW DO YOU WRITE SMUT HOW SHOULD I START
OK THAT IS A GOOD START TIME FOR A BREAK
No you’re done post it you’re golden
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I might have reblogged this already but whatever.
eeeee I love her
oh yay the english version!!
YES. YES. ALL OF THE YES.
This is really important. Our “sexuality” is defined by the terms that are available. The idea of what your sexuality is, is socially constructed. I thought I was bisexual, because this was the term that most applied, until I learned what pansexuality was, and I was like, YES, THAT’S HOW I FEEL. And now, since I’ve been dating a man, people have told that that I was a “fake lesbian” or a “bisexual who just did it for heteronormative pleasure”, but that’s not it at all. I love people. If I love you, it’s not your gender, it’s not your race, it’s not your religion, it’s not your haircut, it’s not anything superficial that makes me emotionally or physically attracted to you. I LOVE YOU. YOU. And besides, gender is so fluid… I’m a boyish girl, and my boyfriend is a girlish boy, and I fucking love that. I told my boyfriend recently, “I feel like I’m actually a lesbian who happened to find a soulmate… who happened to be a boy.” But honestly, I just love people because they’re beautiful, and loving, and sexy, and imperfect, and perfect, and real, and honest, and mysterious, and magical.
I identify as Queer.
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