happy pride month, my fellow gays! 🌈 my idea of what i identify as has really changed in the last year. at first, i was nervous about what i wanted to say to others, as i didn't want anyone to think i was being fake. but then! i realized that everyone else could go fuck themselves if they weren't cool with me! yay! i am 100% nonbinary. really, i look at my gender just like i have always looked at religious or political views: i don't care. i'm just me. because of this, i feel agender describes my gender identity best. genderfluid comes close, but i really never feel more like one gender than the other.. i just feel like me! whether that's a good or a bad thing has yet to be determined. sexuality-wise, i believed asexual was going to describe me til the end of time. then, i met someone... and boom! it's suddenly a thing of the past. this person happens to be male, which is something i also believed i'd never have an interest in! whoda thunk! and more importantly, like my gender, who cares! i don't. the pursuit of happiness is what interests me now, so when i'm happy, i don't feel the need to question it. i wanted to write this to say a few things, 1. time changes things. last june I was an asexual lesbian, now i'm a bisexual agender homogay-fag with a pet snake! 2. there's nothing wrong with anything changing! as long as everyone is happy and no one is being hurt, all is well! 3. if you identify as straight and later realize you're gay, if you identify as gay and later realize you're bi, if you identify as trans and later realize you're cis, etc, IT DOESN'T MATTER AS LONG AS YOU'RE HAPPY! there's so much negativity in the lgbt+ realm, just like there is in every other large group of folks, and i hope to see things become more supportive. i'm generally misanthropic, but after finding freedom and happiness over the last couple of years it makes me wish others out there with good hearts and bright minds can find such joy. maybe being bipolar has to do with me being bisexual... bi-brain. yeeeeee. i feel like the healing i've done mentally in the last year has something to do with how i feel now. PTSD has a lot to do with my negative feelings towards humanity and especially towards cishet men, but as i've learned, healed, grown, i've now met a beautiful soul in the body of, yep, a cishet man, and i couldn't be happier. BPD effects my relationships, which is why at one point last year i identified as aromantic. wanting to fit in had me going around the idea of being pansexual, demisexual, polysexual, polyromantic, homosexual, and other lesser known identities/orientations that i can't remember now because they're rather obscure and, for me, were only being used because i wanted to feel different. okay, i'll stop rambling. i'm starting to sound like a fag. 💋 stay spooky, stay gay, drink water, eat fruits! yum! and don't forget to take your meds!!! your friendly neighborhood egg, em 🐣 pronouns: he/she/me/wumbo (aka I rly don't give a fuck what pronouns you use for me, but i'll do my best to use your correct ones)
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