“When I said goodbye to my uncle at the airport, he told me. “I will see you at your wedding.” I couldn’t say a word because I wasn’t sure whether I could still have a wedding. Or if I could, could I invite him?
As a pansexual women, I feel the label of my identity is much more for other people then it is for me. I have never had to come out to myself. I feel like I have to pick a label for the ease of other people, even though pansexuality itself I see as a word to describe a label free orientation.
beep boop bop pow!!!
Never deny your intuition! you know yourself more than anyone else could! Look past all that self-doubt you’re grown accustomed to and really lean in to who you are. People are durable, and your identity is too!!!
I thought I was queer, but really I’m your pussy eating, big titty, sacrilegious Femme Fatal.
The best thing I’ve done for myself, getting top surgery, made my body so perfect in my eyes but my body is now a political artifact, and people think they’re allowed to comment on it. I love my scars. They’re my battle scars of years of denying myself my truth and my needs. My scars don’t make me scary. I now live life 100% rather than putting so much effort into hiding. I’m just a badass goofball with some scars. They tell a story.
What is queer? That is the question. I’m me, let me be me. Smile, laugh, be happy, with me. Love me, hug me because I am just so much you too.
The world wants to make me believe that my queerness - my transness is wrong, unacceptable, or not enough - but I AM QUEER JOY!
Sweet sweet sweet
Oh, yes, I am and so are you.
Tell me until your face turns blue.
Passionately, undeniably, mouth-wateringly sweet.
Here or there. I ask myself this often. “In between,” I say out loud in the long nights. Yes, I think I am okay with being nothing & everything all @ the same time. In between … In between..
I treat my queerness like I treat my hair - with love, joy, and individuality. ‘cuz why be straight… when you can be QUEER + CURLY?!
IN MY OWN SKIN
Not knowing how to describe with words how I feel is unsettling bc I want to say it out loud. I want to understand myself to feel comfortable.
Sometimes I want to disappear. Take my (a)sexuality and hide away from the world. But other times I want to be so big. It is me. Sometimes I want to be me.
I was (am?) scared
to be soft around others,
to let the history — the
parts of me — ooze out of
the body. Do you see me now?
See these curves, see this soft?
Choke on it.