we’ve taught girls to romanticise nearly everything a boy does. when i was younger i thought it was cute that boys chased the girl even after she said no. i loved it when after a girl moved away from a kiss, the guy would pull her back and force it on. i thought a guy saying ‘i won’t take a no for an answer’ was passionate and romantic. we’re literally always teaching girls to romanticise abusive traits.
Anonymous asked: okay hi i just saw your comic about being bi on tumblr and it got me thinking because all the time i've been on tumblr i've just called myself pan because i could see myself liking/being attracted to non-binary people but i don't really like calling myself pan and i identify more with bisexuality but i don't know if it really fits since i feel like i really could be attracted to anything.. do you have any ideas on what i am? sorry for rambling im just confused
fun fact: bi just means you’re attracted to more than one gender. you can call yourself bi! you can call yourself both if you want to!
ultimately its about whatever fits you best. i personally like “pansexual” for its specificity, but “bisexual” has been an important part of my identity for years, plus i’m attached to its history and community.
for me, when i looked at my reasons for ever distancing myself from the term bisexual, they were always rooted in internalized biphobia, but that’s not everyone’s baggage and there’s nothing wrong with deciding the pan label fits you better.
i’m sorry i can’t tell you how to id champ. but i can say that i haven’t met a multisexual who didn’t hit this "what am i" crisis at some point or another. you’ll figure it out.
I call myself bi even tho I can also see myself with nonbinary people too. It just feels right for me
I always felt that bisexuality was inclusive of non-binary genders, so I still use it because it’s been a huge part of my life and so I can keep the history of the community’s inclusion of non-binary genders alive.
In a moment that seems straight from a Disney fairytale, a flutist’s solo at an international competition was interrupted when an unexpected accompanist in the form of a butterfly landed right on her forehead.
Things I Say While I'm Driving
- Me: What the fuck are you doing. What. The fuck. Are you doing.
- Me: NICE BLINKER ASSHOLE.
- Me: Why the FUCK are we not even going to speed limit. Why.
- Me: I AM GOING TEN MILES PER HOUR OVER THE SPEED LIMIT WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT
- Me: Shit is that a cop? No.
- Me: Shit THAT is a cop.
- Me: /dinosaur screams/