[Image: LGBT rainbow-altered USA flag. Text: “Sometimes, I get really uncomfortable when I see all the different flags.”]
[image: gradient background with the colors of the bisexual flag with black text.]
[Text:”I wish it was easier to know what I am. I’m pretty sure I’m attracted both sexually and emotionally to guys. I really don’t know about girls, though. I’ve had crushes on some for years, but I don’t really feel sexually attracted to them. Three years ago in 7th grade, one of my friends came out as gay, and kinda forced me out of the closet with him. at the time I mostly told people I was “not straight” as I was (and still am) just figuring it out. Some time later I learned about the thought of romantic orientation, and I felt like it might be applicable with my feelings. I told probably my closest friend that I thought I was biromantic and homosexual but she outright told me that I was just bisexual and to get over it. Can I even consider romantic orientation a thing for me? I know it’s used mostly in the asexual community and no one I know in real life even knows about or thinks legitimately of it. I feel like I need to choose between gay or bi, and that I can’t be anywhere inbetween or identify as “queer”/”not straight” for any longer. At the same time, I feel like I’m not stylish/flamboyant/etc. enough compared to everyone else at school to be gay. I don’t feel masculine or “”“regular”“” (for lack of a better word) enough to enter relationships with girls. I’ve been asked out a few times, but every time I’ve turned them down because I worry about not being able to be a satisfactory partner if the relationship progresses. Maybe I’m just worrying too much. I’m not even 100% certain I’m legitimately attracted to girls, as far as it matters. Maybe I’m gay and I just think I like girls because of imposed heteronormativity. Or, maybe I’m really just bisexual, and I’m over-thinking it because of internalized bi erasure? I don’t know. It’s just too confusing sometimes and I feel like it’s too late to figure it out. I wish I could press a button and become inarguably gay. I’m probably just over-thinking things, right?]
[Image: A screenshot of the movie If These Walls Could Talk 2, episode 2. Text: The thing I hate the most about the Latin American community, be it my Colombian relatives, my Cuban boss, or even my Mexican and Brazilian best lipsticklesbian friends, is that they make me feel like I have no taste, or am not ‘doing it right’ or am simply awkward, because the woman I love doesn’t fit into the mold of Latin American and heteronormative beauty standards. They are ok with me being a lesbian - but not with her looks. I hate how they can’t imagine or at least respect that to me she is insanely beautiful and hot. Their hipocrisy makes me sick. And my secret is that regardless of how crazy I am for my love, I don’t want to introduce her to my Latin American community anymore. It’s not that I am ashamed of her - I am ashamed of THEM.]
Image: Edited image of a woman staring off into a crowd of people.
Text: I used to think that I was lucky being pan. Thought I was more likely find someone. And I used to think how sad it would be if someone was gay/lesbian and heteroromantic or straight and homoromantic. But now I think that I may be. And I’m okay with that.
[image: still from Panic! at the Disco’s Girls/Girls/Boys video depicting Brendon Urie, naked from the waist up. Text: “I’m asexual.” ”But… I’m also hella attracted to Brendon Urie.” In smaller text: “He’d be such a great fuck.”]
[image: gradient pansexual flag background. text:
"As a white, cis, straight person, I have seen many things tell me to ’check my privilege’
that I ‘have no idea what it’s like!’
I want to defend allies. Because I’m and ally, right?
But because I’m only and ally I have ‘no right to jump in!!!’
(but… I’m not an ally…)
(but I haven’t come out yet… only three people on the internet know…)
(And because I haven’t come out yet I can’t be a part of the community)
(or have opinions)
(because I’m only an ‘ally’)”]
[Image: Rainbow script text on a black background.
"I was twelve the first time I had feelings for a girl. I was confused because I was homeschooled and had yet to encounter anything related to homosexuality. My mother had been the end-all source of wisdom in my life up to that point, so I asked her about it. She told me that all teenage girls go through a phase of thinking they’re lesbian because it’s "cool", and she knew I’d grow out of it. I walked away resolving not to be like "all teenage girls."
Sixteen years of an inexplicable and total dislike for sexual intercourse, four different (false) psychological disorder diagnoses, eight semi-permanent hetero relationships, untold numbers of one night stands with men, a baby (which I kept), and two random (but treasured) sexual encounters with women later, I finally KNOW she was wrong.
I know what I want, but I know next to nothing about the LGBTQ community, and I am shy, anxious, and scared of attempting to find out. I don’t even know where to begin.
I have never felt so helpless and so sure of myself at the same time.
Please tell me there is hope.”]
[Image: A red sunset reflected in a broken mirror
Text: I’m genuinely terrified because I can’t work out what my sexuality is. When I was fourteen, I used to panic that I was a lesbian. Now that I’m older, I wish I felt the same certainty that used to leave me sweating
Physical and emotional contact with men leaves me numb - but I can’t stand attention from women either. I’m attracted to women only until they are attracted to me, after which I feel nauseated. I don’t want to be asexual, but I don’t want to be in a relationship either. Whatever happens at this point, I feel like I’m losing.]
[Image description: Text on agender flag, reads “Sometimes I think I’m agender. I hate chosing ‘male’ or ‘female’ options. I’d rather use ‘they/them’ or ‘xe/xir’ pronouns. I don’t feel any tie to my assigned physical sex. But I also have severe mental health problems which cause ‘identity disturbance’ and emptiness. How can I ever be sure of who I am?”]