Let me tell you about this knight, okay? So he was jousting against another equally attractive knight. I was kind of rooting for the other one simply because he was Scottish, and this gentleman was Irish. However, I was physically on his side, so I was supposed to be rooting for him, ha. Because I was on his side, and I was very close to him, I basically stared at him and eye-fucked him. He never looked directly at me, but I could tell he knew I was looking at him. He would scan the crowd, and his eyes would touch me briefly for a moment, so I know he noticed me. I think he just didn’t want to show that to the rest of the crowd or something? Each knight gave his rose to a girl, and I was a little sad when it wasn’t me, until I saw that the girl he gave his rose to was like four years old. It was adorable, ha. Anyway, when he put his helmet on, I looked straight where his eyes were and continued eye-fucking him. I felt him looking at me, even though I couldn’t see it through the helmet.
At the end of the jousting tournament, I wanted to get a picture with the knights. The other knight had gone to his tent, so I decided to get a picture with this fellow. (When the other knight had come out, my phone died, sadly.) He couldn’t see me, as I was short and behind others in the crowd waiting to talk to him, so my father kind of pushed through the crowd and asked him if we could take a picture with him. The knight said, “Yeah, sure.” Then my father stepped aside, and I looked straight at him and gave him a flirty smile. His eyes got a little bigger, and he said “Oh definitely!” Then, for the picture, though he looked solemn, he actually had his hand around my waist, and was gripping it tightly. After the picture was taken, he took my hand, said “Thank you, my lady,” and kissed my hand! He even looked at me while kissing it! (Which is the hottest thing ever.) Sadly, we departed after that, and I’ll probably never see him again, but it cemented a thought I had been entertaining for a while.
I’m going to marry a fucking knight. He will joust in tournaments, and sword fight, and wear armor, and we will go to ren faires together, and I will be his lady, and he will stick to the Knight’s Code, and he will be chivalrous, and our children will be dressed up, and their fondest childhood memories will be of their mother and father taking them to the ren faire, and their father being a knight, and their mother being a lady (and a pirate, if I still have dreads). And when we have the most passionate sex on the entire planet, he will BE WEARING HIS FUCKING ARMOR. Because we will roleplay, and he will love me, and he will know that my biggest turn on is a man in armor, and he will call me his “lady” and I will call him my “lord,” and we will watch medieval/renaissance/middle-ages movies and tv shows, and we will be known within the renaissance faire community as the hottest fucking couple that does this shit. And I’m only swearing because I’m passionate about this, and goddammit ladies can swear too.
But when I saw those knights jousting (and I was only slightly disappointed, because I wanted to see one of them thrown from their horse, but the lances were too weak to do that – they broke upon impact – lame), all I could hear in my mind was “I’m going to marry a knight. I’m going to marry a knight. I’m going to marry a knight.”
And then I thought about my sexuality, and I concluded that I still have no fucking clue what my sexuality is. I always pictured myself with a woman, but now I see myself with a male knight. I think I will still love women in my life time and have relationships with them, but I will end up with a man, who loves to be a knight. And that was no ordinary wish. This is going to sound insane, but it felt more like destiny. Like, I wasn’t saying that in my mind because that’s what I wanted, I was saying that because I just suddenly knew. I saw my life’s path, and dammit it was a beautiful one. I’m going to make that happen, and the Universe is going to help me.
So, I may never see this knight again, but I am grateful to him, for showing me my destiny. :P
Too dramatic? (:

Let me tell you about this knight, okay? So he was jousting against another equally attractive knight. I was kind of rooting for the other one simply because he was Scottish, and this gentleman was Irish. However, I was physically on his side, so I was supposed to be rooting for him, ha. Because I was on his side, and I was very close to him, I basically stared at him and eye-fucked him. He never looked directly at me, but I could tell he knew I was looking at him. He would scan the crowd, and his eyes would touch me briefly for a moment, so I know he noticed me. I think he just didn’t want to show that to the rest of the crowd or something? Each knight gave his rose to a girl, and I was a little sad when it wasn’t me, until I saw that the girl he gave his rose to was like four years old. It was adorable, ha. Anyway, when he put his helmet on, I looked straight where his eyes were and continued eye-fucking him. I felt him looking at me, even though I couldn’t see it through the helmet.

At the end of the jousting tournament, I wanted to get a picture with the knights. The other knight had gone to his tent, so I decided to get a picture with this fellow. (When the other knight had come out, my phone died, sadly.) He couldn’t see me, as I was short and behind others in the crowd waiting to talk to him, so my father kind of pushed through the crowd and asked him if we could take a picture with him. The knight said, “Yeah, sure.” Then my father stepped aside, and I looked straight at him and gave him a flirty smile. His eyes got a little bigger, and he said “Oh definitely!” Then, for the picture, though he looked solemn, he actually had his hand around my waist, and was gripping it tightly. After the picture was taken, he took my hand, said “Thank you, my lady,” and kissed my hand! He even looked at me while kissing it! (Which is the hottest thing ever.) Sadly, we departed after that, and I’ll probably never see him again, but it cemented a thought I had been entertaining for a while.

I’m going to marry a fucking knight. He will joust in tournaments, and sword fight, and wear armor, and we will go to ren faires together, and I will be his lady, and he will stick to the Knight’s Code, and he will be chivalrous, and our children will be dressed up, and their fondest childhood memories will be of their mother and father taking them to the ren faire, and their father being a knight, and their mother being a lady (and a pirate, if I still have dreads). And when we have the most passionate sex on the entire planet, he will BE WEARING HIS FUCKING ARMOR. Because we will roleplay, and he will love me, and he will know that my biggest turn on is a man in armor, and he will call me his “lady” and I will call him my “lord,” and we will watch medieval/renaissance/middle-ages movies and tv shows, and we will be known within the renaissance faire community as the hottest fucking couple that does this shit. And I’m only swearing because I’m passionate about this, and goddammit ladies can swear too.

But when I saw those knights jousting (and I was only slightly disappointed, because I wanted to see one of them thrown from their horse, but the lances were too weak to do that – they broke upon impact – lame), all I could hear in my mind was “I’m going to marry a knight. I’m going to marry a knight. I’m going to marry a knight.”

And then I thought about my sexuality, and I concluded that I still have no fucking clue what my sexuality is. I always pictured myself with a woman, but now I see myself with a male knight. I think I will still love women in my life time and have relationships with them, but I will end up with a man, who loves to be a knight. And that was no ordinary wish. This is going to sound insane, but it felt more like destiny. Like, I wasn’t saying that in my mind because that’s what I wanted, I was saying that because I just suddenly knew. I saw my life’s path, and dammit it was a beautiful one. I’m going to make that happen, and the Universe is going to help me.

So, I may never see this knight again, but I am grateful to him, for showing me my destiny. :P

Too dramatic? (:

Um.

So in regards to my previous post…I think some people thought I was a male saying that I have female friends, therefore I cannot be sexist. -_-

I am female, and that is not what I was saying.

I was saying that I prefer women in almost all areas of my life, but that doesn’t mean I think women are above men.

In my personal experience, women have been better at going down on me, at kissing me, at dating me, at being my friend, etc. So I prefer them, almost always. That isn’t to say that I don’t adore or love the men in my life, or that I believe women should get privileges men don’t get.

Also, when I said women are the “stronger” sex, I was talking simple biology. I wasn’t talking about gender. I was talking about the way the female body is built. Our bodies are built to push a being from our bodies out into the world. Our bodies are built to shed pieces of themselves once a month. Our bodies are built to withstand large doses of pain for extended periods of time. Men don’t have to go through childbirth, so no, their bodies are not capable of going through an ordeal of that nature. Which is why, someone born with a male body, will never have to go through such an ordeal.

No, this does not make women better, but damn it makes me proud to be one.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/206588

Oh my god. This is so beautiful. I’ve never seen the show Sherlock, so I don’t understand the character references…but the story is just….beautiful.

You can tell the author understands the gender queer struggle.

Also, I did not write this.

LGBTQ 30 Day Challenge all in one

Because I always forget, and I’ll skip days…so I’m doing it as one large post.

Day 1: Your sexual orientation or gender identity. Be creative in your definition.

Cis-gender and Queer, with a preference. Meaning, gender is not all that important to me, but I prefer to not date cis-gendered men. I will date cis-gendered women, mtf, and ftm individuals. I am sometimes sexually attracted to men, but generally only because I see qualities in them that I would like in my children. Men have never been able to fulfill me the way women have.

Day 2: Did you have any experiences as a child that might have foreshadowed your sexuality? 

I had a crush on my childhood best friend. My barbies were single mothers, until I hit age 10, then they married each other as “best friends”. I looked up pictures of girls kissing when I was 11, and even though I didn’t know why I was doing that or what the feeling was, it turned me on. I started looking at lesbian porn when I was 12, but I thought I was just “curious.”

Day 3: How old were you when you knew? What was that like for you?

Well, I figured out I liked women when I was in 8th grade. I figured out my specific orientation this year. :P

Day 4: The first person you came out to and that story.

My best friend, the same one I have now. I’ve adopted her as my sister, haha. I was in my room when it hit me, “I like girls.” The very first thing I did, instead of questioning it or hiding from it, was call her and I said, “I think I might be bisexual.” She said, “Okay.” And since she loved me and accepted me right on the spot, I got the courage to be okay with who I was.

Day 5: Thoughts regarding inner turmoil about your sexuality; Did you have any? Did it escalate to self-injury or suicidal thoughts?

Well I thought I was straight as a kid…I didn’t even know what gay meant because I was so sheltered by my parents. (Mormon) So when I had a crush on my childhood best friend, I didn’t know. I thought it was normal to miss your best friend so much that it ached and made you cry. Then, the summer after 6th grade, I went to girl’s camp. I had a crush on one of the leaders and I didn’t understand it. I kept asking myself why I couldn’t stop thinking about her and looked for her constantly. Then in 8th grade it just sort of hit me…I like girls. I came out as bisexual, and I was very loud and obnoxious about it. Then I was molested by my step cousin at 15, and it freaked me out. Hearing the word “penis” made me gag. So I came out as gay. Not as obnoxious as I was before, but still very open and a little loud about it. I cut off my hair and tried to be butch, and that didn’t work out, ha. Then my gay best friend and I had this weird affair, and that’s when I came to the conclusion that gender didn’t matter much to me. But every single time I thought I knew what my orientation was, and I came out every single time. It was scary every time I came out, and there were days I would bawl and just wish I was normal. I used to cut myself, but not because of my feelings for women.

Day 6: Did you face any problems regarding religion?

As I said above, I was raised Mormon. That’s the reason I didn’t know what my feelings meant. I didn’t even know what gay was. I thought it just meant “bad.” There was a girl I went to school with, and we were friends, but then this rumor went around that she was a lesbian, so I stopped talking to her. I wish I could say sorry to her now, and hopefully sometime in the future I’ll get that chance; if not in this life, hopefully in the next. But once I came out about liking girls, I had already ditched that religion, and the next year I fell in love with Paganism, which is okay with the gay. :P

Day 7: How your parents took it or how you think they might take it?

My mom read my journal when I was 14, and that’s how she found out. She sat me down and talked to me about what bisexuality meant for what felt like hours. She asked me if I wanted to “rub up on girls,” and if I simply just really liked girls as friends, or if I really did want to kiss them. The answer was that I really wanted to kiss them, though I ignored the rubbing up on them part, haha. After she saw I was serious about it, she was fine. When I came out to her again as gay she said, “I knew it.” She has loved all of my girlfriends that she’s met (except one who cheated on me, haha). She is very accepting. My stepfather is loving and accepting of me, but believes that everyone has attraction to both genders, and therefore it is a choice that he does not approve of. We rarely talk about that. My father and I haven’t talked about it too much. His sister is gay, and I think that it’s a sore spot for him. However, he has never treated me any differently than he did when I first told him I like girls. Of course his first question was if my best friend and I were dating, haha. That’s everyone’s first question when they find out. :P

Day 8: What do you think the closet or being closeted means to you?

The closest is a safe but miserable place to hide, until you gain the courage to come out of the closest and enjoy the world around you. You can be in the closet about anything, really, not just being gay. I’ve heard it’s harder to come out as Pagan than as gay. What we have to remember, is that while we are in the closet and coming to terms with who we are, no one knows we are in the closest. Therefore, those around us haven’t had the time to get used to the concept like we have. When you come out of the closet, your family and friends go in. Remember how long it took for you to come out of the closet? Allow your family and friends some time to get used to it. Someday, we can only hope, the closets will all be gone, and no one will be surprised at the thought of someone else being gay.

Day 9: What do you think about LGBTQ Pride? Is it helpful or hurtful? Encouraged or unnecessary? 

I think it’s not only helpful, but necessary. Every single day we live in the straight world. In all the movies, books, magazines, ads, couples walking down the street, etc., we are bombarded with things that are “straight.” Straight people come out all the time. They say, “My husband this,” or “my wife said that,” etc without even thinking about it. But when I say, “My girlfriend…” everyone looks all shocked (unless they know me, of course.) Pride gives us a safe haven. It’s a place where we can celebrate who we are, openly and freely. It’s a place where we can immerse ourselves in “gay culture.” It’s like taking a hot shower after rolling around in mud. We get to wash the influences of the straight world off of us for one measly weekend. We get to check people out, without guilt, without feeling like a pervert. We get to hold our girlfriend’s and boyfriend’s hands without fear of hatred, mocking, or stares. Pride is so beautiful, and essential to the LGBTQ community.

Day 10: What does marriage mean to you?

Marriage in our society is not just about committing to the person you love. There are benefits, legally and unspoken about, that come along with marriage. There are social benefits to being married. It’s just a piece of paper, but it comes with so much. It’s also a right, not a privilege.

Day 11: Your favorite LGBTQ book (or one you’d like to read)?

Annie on My Mind is so cute! Such a beautiful love story. (:

Day 12: Your favorite LGBTQ movie (or one you’d like to see)?

Hmmm…..But I’m A Cheerleader, simply because it is so funny!

Day 13: Your favorite LGBTQ role model/celebrity?

Ellen! She is just all around amazing.

Day 14: Your favorite LGBTQ song or artist?

TEGAN AND SARA. Come on. How are they not everyone’s favourite?

Day 15: Your favorite LGBTQ quote.

There are LGBTQ quotes? Oh shit…I’ll go look one up, haha. Actually, I found a lot of really great ones, so I’ll be posting a few, haha.

“I get sick of listening to straight people complain about, “Well, hey, we don’t have a heterosexual-pride day, why do you need a gay-pride day?” I remember when I was a kid I’d always ask my mom: “Why don’t we have a Kid’s Day? We have a Mother’s Day and a Father’s Day, but why don’t we have a Kid’s Day?” My mom would always say, “Every day is Kid’s Day.” To all those heterosexuals that bitch about gay pride, I say the same thing: Every day is heterosexual-pride day! Can’t you people enjoy your banquet and not piss on those of us enjoying our crumbs over here in the corner?” ~ Rob Nash

“The single best thing about coming out of the closet is that nobody can insult you by telling you what you’ve just told them.”  ― Rachel Maddow

“I can guarantee a haircut will never tell you anything about someone’s gender, who they love, or how they fuck” - Andrea Gibson

“If you dream of a world in which you can put your partner’s picture on your desk,
then put her picture on your desk…and you will live in such a world.
And if you dream of a world in which you can walk down the street holding your partner’s hand,
then hold her hands…and you will live in such a world.
If you dream of a world in which there are more openly gay elected officials,
then run for office…and you will live in such a world.
And if you dream of a world in which you can take your partner to the office party,
even if your office is the US House of Representatives, then take her to the party.
I do, and now I live in such a world.
Remember, there are two things that keep us oppressed —- them and us.
We are half of the equation.” - Tammy Baldwin

“Sex is what’s in our pants. Gender is how we wear our pants. Sexual identity is what we do when our pants are off.”

Day 16: A picture from your first LGBTQ relationship or of your first LGBTQ crush.

How about I put a picture here of the first girl I ever fell in love with? :P

I’m on the left, she’s on the right.

Day 17: Your first experience with an LGBTQ organization or event (Day of Silence, Pride, etc).

About two years ago, I went to my first Pride…I went to three that summer, haha. I went to San Fran Pride, Phoenix Pride, and Salt Lake City Pride. I think the best one was San Fran. So many hot lesbians! And who doesn’t love the Castro? :P

Day 18: Something about the LGBTQ community you don’t understand or have a question about.

Um….Why is it so hard to find a girl who will love me? :P Why do people assume I’m straight just because I don’t look like a man?

Day 19: Butch or Femme? 

Me? Femme. Preference? None.

Day 20 - Maureen or Joanne? (Or your favorite LGBTQ show or queer-positive show).

I don’t understand the first part? And The L Word, obviously. I also really like Glee.

Day 21: Political LGBTQ issue that is closest to you or affects you most.

Anything that has to do with being gay and being a parent. Gay parents are just like straight parents, and deserve to be treated as such.

Day 22: An LGBTQ image that makes you smile.

Day 23: An LGBTQ image that makes you cry or makes you angry.

Day 24: The stupidest argument/comment you’ve heard about gay people or an LGBTQ issue.

“GOD HATES FAGS” — though elliptical — is a profound theological statement, which the world needs to hear more than it needs oxygen, water and bread.” - godhatesfags.com

Day 25: The LGBTQ slur you hate most or if you’ve taken back a slur and used it as a definition, ie queer or fag.

“Faggot” I cringe when I hear it.

Day 26: Your favorite gay joke (we all need to laugh at ourselves).

WOW. It was so hard to find gay jokes on the internet that weren’t really offensive! Here are a few I found that don’t bother me, ha.

Three friends, two straight guys and a gay guy, and their significant others were on a cruise. A tidal wave came up and swamped the ship; they all drowned, and next thing you know, they’re standing before St. Peter.

First came one of the straight guys and his wife. St. Peter shook his head sadly. “I can’t let you in. You loved money too much. You loved it so much, you even married a woman named Penny.”

Then came the second straight guy. “Sorry, can’t let you in, either. You loved food too much. You loved to eat so much, you even married a woman named Candy!”

The gay guy turned to his boyfriend and whispered nervously, “It doesn’t look good, Dick.”



A man walked into a bar and ordered 10 shots of whiskey.
The bartender asked, “What’s the matter?”
The man said, “I found out my brother is gay and marrying my best friend.”

The next day the same man came in and ordered 12 shots of whiskey.
The bartender asked, “What’s wrong this time?”
The man said, “I found out that my son is gay.”

The next day the same man came in the bar and ordered 15 shots of whiskey.
Then the bartender asked, “Doesn’t anyone in your family like women?”
The man looked up and said, “Apparently my wife does.”



An old cowboy sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. As he sat sipping his drink, a young woman sat down next to him. She turned to the cowboy and asked, “Are you a real cowboy?”

He replied, “Well, I’ve spent my whole life, breaking colts, working cows, going to rodeos, fixing fences, pulling calves, bailing hay, doctoring calves, cleaning my barn, fixing flats, working on tractors, and feeding my dogs, so I guess I am a cowboy.”

She said, “I’m a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women. When I shower, I think about women. When I watch TV, I think about women. I even think about women when I eat. It seems that everything makes me think of women.”

The two sat sipping in silence.

A little while later, a man sat down on the other side of the old cowboy and asked, “Are you a real cowboy?”

He replied, “I always thought I was, but I just found out I’m a lesbian.”

Day 27: Your favorite LGBTQ blog/tumblr/site.

I don’t really have one?

Day 28: Write a letter to someone. It can be a coming out letter or a letter regarding how you hate their homophobia or whatnot. You don’t have to send it.

Does this mean I also don’t have to post it? :P

Day 29 - SHOUT SOMETHING! IT CAN BE HAPPY AND ABOUT PRIDE OR ABOUT WHY YOU HATE HOMOPHOBIA! 

MINDFUCKS FUCKING SUCK. :D

Day 30: Anything LGBTQ you’d like to end this on.

Diana Agron and Lea Michelle are gay and are a couple. Kristen Stewart and Ellen Page are also gay. We’re just waiting for them to come out. :P *wishful thinking*

Some old poems written by yours truly…. (:

(Don’t steal people’s art. It’s wrong and you’re an asshole if you do.)

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strawberryfaerie:

YOU are just as bad as THEM.

YOU ARE BEING BIGOTED AGAINST BIGOTRY,

YOU ARE BEING OPPRESSIVE BY CALLING OUT OPPRESSIVE PEOPLE.

EVERYONE IS ENTITLED TO AN OPINION, YOU GUYS.

EVEN IF THAT OPINION IS ONE THAT CONTRIBUTES TO MASS AMOUNTS OF DISCRIMINATION/HARASSMENT/MURDERS.

You’re fucking ridiculous, I think you need to just get out in the real world and realise that you aren’t about to get lynched for being trans or gay or any fucking thing you are or want to be. If people stop making such a huge deal about being different and wanting to be treated like everyone else, you know what? You’d get treated like everybody else. There ends the problem, be the fucking change you want to see in the world, has nobody noticed it’s 2012? Move on there are bigger problems and really, nobody gives a fuck anymore, just do what you want and shut the fuck up about it.

This is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. Not speaking out against oppression is contributing to the oppression! I don’t think you know the meanings of those words. Let me define them for you:

Oppression: the exercise of authority or power in a burdensome, cruel, or unjust manner.


Discrimination: the prejudicial treatment of an individual based on their membership - or perceived membership - in a certain group or category. It involves the actual behaviors towards groups such as excluding or restricting members of one group from opportunities that are available to another group.

“YOU ARE BEING OPPRESSIVE BY CALLING OUT OPPRESSIVE PEOPLE.”

So you see…this is not oppression. Calling someone out on their bullshit is not oppression, it’s truth.

“EVERYONE IS ENTITLED TO AN OPINION, YOU GUYS.

EVEN IF THAT OPINION IS ONE THAT CONTRIBUTES TO MASS AMOUNTS OF DISCRIMINATION/HARASSMENT/MURDERS.”

Actually, no. This is not true. It is illegal to make death threats. It is illegal to slander someone’s name. The problem with our generation is they think they are entitled to do and say whatever the fuck they want, when they’re not! Other people have the right to live their lives in peace and happiness. When you disrupt that, you are infringing upon their rights. You do not have the right to do that.

Now, onto the next person.

“I think you need to just get out in the real world and realise that you aren’t about to get lynched for being trans or gay or any fucking thing you are or want to be.”

THIS. STILL. FUCKING. HAPPENS. Hate crimes are quite prevalent, dear. Open your eyes.

“If people stop making such a huge deal about being different and wanting to be treated like everyone else, you know what? You’d get treated like everybody else.”

Every single person on this planet is different. No two people are exactly alike. We shouldn’t pretend that we aren’t different. We should celebrate it! We should celebrate our differences! That’s what makes us unique. You are describing COMMUNISM. I’m an American, thanks, not a communist. Also, it is not the “different” ones who are claiming differences. It’s the mass majority who stomps on the minorities. Gay people did act like everyone else once. They pretended to be straight. Yeah, they were treated like everyone else. But at what fucking cost? They weren’t honest with themselves, or each other, and they weren’t happy. We fight for our rights, not to be different, but to be the same. We want to marry our partners, and be the lawful parents of our children. We want the same thing straight people have. And we don’t have those things. And it’s not because we “act like we’re different,” it’s because we ARE different, and we choose not to ignore it and act straight. It’s the straight elitists who are uncomfortable with our differences. Not us.

“Be the fucking change you want to see in the world, has nobody noticed it’s 2012?”

Don’t you think that’s what we’re doing? We are fighting for our rights, because we DO want to change the world. Would you say this shit to Gandhi? Should he have cowered and pretended that the issues didn’t matter?

“Move on there are bigger problems and really, nobody gives a fuck anymore, just do what you want and shut the fuck up about it”

Equal rights don’t matter? Discrimination doesn’t matter? We should give up on fighting for our right to be happy just because we aren’t starving? Grow up.

And if nobody gave a fuck anymore, GAY MARRIAGE WOULD BE LEGAL. We can’t just do what we want. We can’t get married, we can’t have recognized families, there are even places in America, in fact there’s a place right here where I live, where gay people cannot hold hands, or kiss, or be open about who they are. So don’t you fucking tell me that no one gives a fuck anymore. Open your eyes, little one. There’s a lot that you aren’t seeing.

So, I’ve been getting a lot of questions lately about my “type,” in regards to my preferences in people for prospective dating partners. I thought I’d just make an “official” post, so I don’t have to repeat myself. (:

When it concerns gender: I prefer (that’s the key term here, just so you know) anyone who is not a cis-gendered or gender-normative male. I have no idea why. That’s like asking some people why they like blondes or short people. You just have preferences, you know? That’s not to say I have never been attracted to a gender-normative male, because I have been. I have recently come to the conclusion, however, that this attraction is purely sexual driven by my intense biological desire to have children. When I am attracted to a gender-normative male, I think “Wow, we would have cute kids,” but I don’t think of him as someone I could be in a relationship with. When I am attracted to a gender-normative female or transgendered or gender-queer individual, I fantasize about what I imagine our relationship would be like. Something in me is attracted to the aspect of a person that makes them gay, bisexual, transgendered, gender-queer, queer, etc.

When it comes to looks: I generally don’t really have a “type.” I have fallen for a diverse group of people, ranging from extremely masculine, to feminine, to in between; from tall people to short people; black to white; blonde to brunette, conservative to flamboyant; thin to thick; etc. However, when I fantasize about being in a relationship, I picture myself with a cute, bubby, adorable, feminine indie/alternative girl. (If you would like an example, just look at Emily from Skins.) I also love, love, LOVE fiery red hair, and bright eyes. Body types don’t matter to me, except I have never in my life been attracted to someone majorly obese. It’s a turn off, actually. A little more to love can be adorable, but to the point where the person looks unhealthy…it’s gross. Sorry. :/

When it comes to personality/interests: This is the most important part for me. I prefer people who are kind, generous, warm, forgiving, open, honest, compassionate, and loving. I like nerds, and people with high intelligence. A major turn off is when a person cannot hold a conversation and/or has poor spelling/grammar. I like funny people who can make me laugh, and feel comfortable rather than awkward around them. I like silly people. I like artists of all kinds - whether it be musicians, writers, painters, photographers, etc; I just love to surround myself with people who are creative, inventive, and can see the world in a beautiful and unique way. I like spontaneous and unpredictable people, with the right balance of stability. Also, it would be nice to be with someone who is spiritual in some way, though I’m not too particular about that. I would like to be with someone who is either vegetarian/vegan. I don’t think I could be with someone who believes it’s okay to consume the dead flesh of another living being.

Anywho…that’s about the gist of it. (:

At the gay club….woo! :P

At the gay club….woo! :P

Anonymous asked: do you think 16 is an appropriate age to lose your virginity? and how do i know im ready? :/

I’m not sure why you’re asking me, haha.

I think that as long as you feel you are ready, and you are smart about it, then sure 16 could be an okay age. I would recommend for anyone to wait until they’re at least 18 before they have sex, but that’s mostly because at 16 you’re not quite sure what you want. 16-year-olds usually lose their virginity because they are feeling pressured to do so. I didn’t lose my virginity until I was 17 (almost 18), and I did it because I felt ready and comfortable with the person I was with.

Also, some people might consider me a virgin since I’ve never had sex with a guy. (All of my sexual partners have been women.)

I just KNEW I was ready. It felt right, and I felt comfortable. If you’re asking me this, you are probably not ready. When you are with someone you really care about, and you are comfortable giving them that insight inside of you, and sharing your whole being with that person, then you are ready.

I need to stop reblogging these! But man they are amazing.

I need to stop reblogging these! But man they are amazing.

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