I’ve been meaning to this for ages, but I’ve been worried about what people I know IRL would think.
But you know what? I don’t think I care any more.
I’m not straight.
I guess the closest label would be “Pansexual”.
Basically, I don’t like girls. I don’t like boys. I like people.
I honestly don’t have a preference towards any particular gender.
(Although I do prefer the look of females better, because, well, boobs.)
No, this isn’t just a phase. Yes, I’ve always been like this.
No, just because I dated a male doesn’t mean I was ever straight. Yes, he knew.
So, there it is. I’ve finally actually written it down for everybody to see.
If anybody has an issue with it, whatever. Unfollow me, stop talking to me, I don’t give a shit. I’m still the same person and if anybody has a problem with me, it’s for them to deal with, not me.
See here’s the thing.
You thought Community was stupid and liked the Big Bang Theory.
You hated Star Wars even though you’d never seen it.
You told me Invader Zim was pointless then cheated on me with a girl who carries a GIR backpack.
You hated bacon.
You never called me pretty.
You refused to watch Skins but you watched The Inbetweeners.
You stopped coming to my house.
You made me drive you everywhere so you could drink, even when I wanted to drink too.
You blamed me for things that weren’t my fault.
You hated my friends.
You refused to come to important events.
You ruined my twentieth birthday.
You never gave a shit.
(Source: d3ssins)
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