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[Image: Facebook ‘interested in’ section, with cursor hovering over the check box for ‘women’.
Text: “I fell like this would be the easiest way to come out, but people would just think it was a joke. And I know it’d be better to tell people individually, but even then it’d take so much explaining before anyone believed me. I regret lying for so long.”]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqdrhuAEtA1qcpj7wo1_500.jpg)
[Image: Facebook ‘interested in’ section, with cursor hovering over the check box for ‘women’.
Text: “I fell like this would be the easiest way to come out, but people would just think it was a joke. And I know it’d be better to tell people individually, but even then it’d take so much explaining before anyone believed me. I regret lying for so long.”]
you’re like the wind, so coy,
brushing against my arm as you
draw masterpieces in the sand
with your toe. your eyes sweep over
me, slowly retreating to the ocean.
teasing glances, like the surf at our feet.
gently pulling me closer. what mysteries
hide beneath that smile? what thoughts
run through your head? lighting touches
the water, miles away, near the horizon.
a storm approaches.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
Jenna Marbles is my hero!!
“Everybody’s a little bit gay…”
Margaret Cho impersonates her mom exploring how sexuality is not as simple as gay/straight. It’s funny, but actually highlights how complex intimacy and sexuality can be.
I freaking love this girl!!!!
(Bisexual, gay flag.) “Everyone knows me as an out and proud bisexual. I flirt with guys and girls. I am sexual with guys and girls. But secretly i hate being bisexual and i am embarrassed. I like dressing boyish and girly. Sometimes i stop myself from being boyish so guys will find me attractive. I wish i could tell everyone i was a lesbian. But, i’m scared i’ll fall for a guy and be looked at as fake. Bisexuals have a bad name. Lesbians wont date me because they know im bisexual. I am a bigender bisexual. But no one understands that… “
sometimes,
when it rains,
i walk through the cemetary
waiting for you to sprout
back to life.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
