sentientcitizen:

so every now and then I see a women and I think, hell yeah, I’d tap that,

but I’m not thinking it in a let-us-have-sexy-times way? more like a really pleased, hey! i am attracted to that lady! neat!

and I think it’s because I’ve always known I was attracted to male-presenting people, but the rest of it took longer to sort out? and I spent ages wondering if I was ~really~ bi, or if it was ~just a phase~ and all that other bullshit that people spew at bi folk and that I had managed to internalize.

so when I see a women and get that feeling of sexual or romantic attraction, even now I still get this little thrill of validation inside.

please tell me I’m not the only bi/pan/poly person who does this…?

You’re not the only one =)

FACT: All queer folk secretly have super-powers, just like the X-Men.

(Source: factsaboutqueers)

FACT: Pansexuals can shapeshift into actual frying pans.

(Source: thatartybro)

transmissionsfromgallifrey:

I dislike the idea that all teenagers are stupid and incapable of handling things.

Idk.

I just hate it so much.

I mean yeah, some teenagers make bad choices, but some adults do too. 

I am 16. And I get told that I’m “too young to know __” or “too young to realize __” etc, etc. 

Dude. 

I am a sophomore in college. I’ve held a couple of jobs. I can drive a car, even though I don’t like to. I have fallen in love. (GASP NO WAI 16 YEAR OLDS CAN DO THAT) I have helped friends through really rough times. I’ve been through really rough times. 

WHAT DETERMINES OUR CAPABILITY OTHER THAN BEING ABLE TO MATURELY HANDLE THINGS

Oh, right, our age and ability to legally purchase nicotine and alcohol, lol, silly me

 The reasoning I always get is that “you don’t know what you want, and this decision will make things more difficult in the future”, and as much as I agree with a certain amount of discretion and planning, my happiness now is worth something too.

My mum and I had a pretty sizable scuffle when I came out “because it would make everything so much harder” like… dating, and getting a job, and gaining trust from adults, and my peers.

And she kept telling me that it was going to mess things up for my future.

That I was happy, and proud, and comfortable didn’t seem to matter. As long as everyone else was comfortable, and I appeared as heterosexual as possible, all was well.