FluidDon't assume I'm a womanJust because I have breastsJust because I wear a dressJust because I carry a purseJust because I wear soft colorsJust because I wear makeupJust because I style my hairJust because I speak in a sweet voiceDon't assume I'm a manJust because my chest is flatJust because I wear baggy clothesJust because I lug around a heavy backpackJust because I wear dark colorsJust because my jawline is shadedJust because I have short hairJust because I speak in a deeper voiceThe only thing you can assume I am...Is me.
Insidious gender roles It should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me that I am a living defiance of gender roles. I’m not saying that to try to sound like I’m something special or that this is any great accomplishment; the world is increasingly open to women and men blurring the traditional lines that separated the genders. Nor was this defiance something I sought out. I simply am and have always been more on the stereotypically-masculine side of my culture’s personality spectrum. It’s not a big deal, I’m not proud or ashamed of it, and I don’t generally feel a need to point it out. However, I have not always been so confident with this. I was raised in a sphere of Complimentarian beliefs, taught that men and women are created with a different “essence” and that the greatest fulfillment that a person can reach will be one within their gender roles. My own parents were not as strict with these
Coercion and Consent I covered his eyes, "Guess who!" then thrust the bulge of my pants against his backside. "Not now, Marcellus." "Awww, c'mon, let's fuck!" I said, flopping on the bed, rolling over playfully. I played with a nipple and eyed him seductively. But he only sighed. "I really don't feel like it." I sat up and attempted to kiss up his neck and face, but he moved away. I folded my arms and pouted, muttering darkly, but my childish display of course didn't phase him. He's never been one for the pouting, but I can't help but do it. "Come oooonnn," I whined, stretching and rolling on the bed, big doe eyes and hands together, in an attempt to be subby. "Lookit, I'm being cute, you wike da coot wight?" I said, making kissy face and smooching in the air. "I'm just not in the mood," he said exhaustively. I blinked in confusion, then sat
100 Reasons to Stay AliveCute animals that make you go, "Kawaii!"The part of the charger you put your foot on while you're derping on the laptop.Pencils so sharp you can possibly murder an undesirable specimen. (I don't suggest that, but you can.)Clear, blue skies.Putting on the headphones after a long day.Realizing you don't have any homework.The feeling of spring after winter."EMERGENCY MESSAGE: Due to extreme weather conditions, all school activities and administrative offices have been closed for today."Dry towels.Belting out your favorite song in the shower.Cute guys.Maybe cute girls.Or maybe both. I don't know your preferences.The sense of accomplishment.Looking in the mirror and trying out your "sexy" pose.Going on DeviantArt to find your messages chock-full of activity notifications.When you're in a radically good mood so you don't have a care in the world.Hilarious videos.Seeing a picture of something that doesn't usually have a face having a face.When your crush smiles at you.Being weird with your BF
A Sociopath's Six Word DiaryBirthLoveless parents orphaned me at first sightChildhoodAbuse and neglect engulfed their hatred Family Broken... God's gift -- He hates me Friendship Drives the backstab deeper each time Daylight and People Delicious poison burying me with lies Hurt... Day by day only pain existsTeenage YearsDrama, drama, drama...led by drama Relationships Are just like the movies: Stupid The cuts... Never meant to be so cold... Peace and Serenity They all died? God that's good.AdulthoodCold and alone -- no