I’m not a lesbian but I wanted to say that your art is some of the most awesome and beautiful and cool ever. It’s been so cool seeing you flip the bird to gender norms and create characters that feel so genuinely truthfully human. Keep up the amazing work 💖
Awwwww, this is such a warm thoughtful message, I’ve been rereading it a lot this morning. 🥺 thank you so much!! 😭 I’m so glad they come across that way! I rly hope for my ocs to come across as very genuinely themselves and just ppl living their lives, so I’m glad you can feel that!! Thank you sm and I hope U have a lovely day!
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How did you know you were gay?
ah, couple reasons i guess. some that only became obvious with like 15 years of hindsight, and only after pulling myself out of the deep dark pit of compulsory heterosexuality.
like. classic symptoms of lesbianism include shamefully staring at the floor when you pass the women's underwear racks in the department store, even though you're not quite sure why you're uncomfortable. that sort of thing.
i have memories from early elementary school of accidentally glimpsing down a girl's shirt at recess and then bottling up that feeling and refusing to think about it. any time i had a crush on a boy, it was from an extremely idealized and safely non-actionable distance. the one time i did have a boyfriend, it was just my guy best friend from middle school, we dated for barely a school year before i ended it and the most physical intimacy i was ever comfortable with was holding his hand when we walked to class. i went to a different school's prom because a guy i was kind-of friends with asked me, and spent the whole night uncomfortably avoiding eye contact.
basically i started questioning my sexuality towards the end of high school, when i noticed myself getting like. jealous about my guy best friend's girlfriends?? like. i wanted to date them. i wanted to steal them from him lmao. i thought girls were pretty and soft and nice and cute and i was too afraid of being a predatory creep to do anything about it besides have far-fetched daydreams, but there was no heterosexual explanation. like, i hugged a girl i thought was pretty one time and it did things to my brain. that memory got locked in for life.
i identified as ace/pan early on, but again- compulsory heterosexuality. the idea of being with a guy romantically or sexually was never actually appealing. i had just been told that was what i was supposed to want my entire life, and the movies do a great job of selling that fantasy. but really i was just a lonely depressed helpless romantic teenager that wanted to be loved lol.
a large part of why i identified as asexual was because i was so sex-repulsed by the idea of penetration, honestly? (which i have since gotten over, but specifically Only with girls. the idea of having sex with a man still icks me out, and my preference is definitely femme-presenting ppl) a bit of it was probably also because i hadn't unpacked gender yet either. it made it very difficult to actually imagine myself having sex with anyone ever lol. this is gonna sound so cringe to say, but reading gay smut did awaken things in me.
in conclusion, tldr, i just like to think about tits and kissing women sometimes, idk. thanks for coming to my tedtalk.
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His room smells like it always has, and we lie across his bed like we always do. Our bodies look like railings on a train track. Dust collects on the frames of Hayley’s portraits like the sand dunes. Their eyes don’t follow me. But mine follow the shape of his hair when he tucks it out of his face.
The second drawer of his dresser houses a sleepy orphanage of dolls Pippa used to build. I think about the body I inhabit - its spine contorted to hide what I asked it not to do, its bones shaped for some destiny I’ll never fulfill. Can it ever sit there too?
I think I’d let him keep it, should he ever want to try it on. Maybe in exchange, I could have his hands and height, but he wears those well. There are limitations to that sort of pottery.
He shows me hentai he’s read. We laugh. We kiss. I get him hard as a sort of game. Neither of us are particularly invested. But my fingers still know the dips in his stomach. My mouth knows his as a child knows a swing set. My eyes are greener here. I wished his hips were wider.
His brow furrows when I adjust my binder. I’m not sure which of us said it first. But he knows it as I do.
“I pretend you’re a girl when we kiss.”
I feel the corner of his mouth tilt upward against my own.
“Dude,” he begins, and I see a chuckle building at the base of his neck. “I would be a great girlfriend.”
He wouldn’t. His hands would wander toward the waist of another and it would be over fast. But I didn’t even mind the sarcasm. Secrets pass through the space between our chests like water. I poke his side the way he does to me. But he smiles, and so do I.
I wonder how much of me is a woman to him. He probably wonders the same.
“I’ll put you in one of my old dresses,” I reply. “I’ll make you very pretty.”
He winks. The bastard. “I’m looking forward to it.”
He never lies to anyone.
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Hey bestie please tag your fics with the gender of the reader. I'm going to go insane if I'm in the middle of a bomb ass fic only to get misgendered one more time 🤠
next time please ask nicer bc this is phrased a bit mean-spirited in my eyes, but I’ll be sure to do so next time! Probably won’t tag it but I will put it up in the little comment I make beforehand…… normally I do try to point gender out on my longer stuff, but I apologize for not realizing the shorter stuff needed it too. Similarly if u ever notice an inconsistency, feel free to point it out so I can change it :)
You’re referring to the icks, tho, right? I realized I think a couple nights ago that I gendered it without realizing and I felt bad… so I sorry!!!❤️🩹
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