Black text on lipstick lesbian flag background, text reads: I don’t know what to call myself anymore. I came out to someone as a panromantic heterosexual, but sometimes I’m really into girls and some days I prefer guys, and I’ve never been sexually attracted to a woman, only romantically, but I feel a strong pull towards the gay-lesbian-bi labels. I’m really into a guy right now, so I can’t call myself a lesbian. No label feels just right.
Image: top of a feminine person’s head looking up, behind them a chalkboard covered in white question marks.
Text:”I’m bi/pan but have only had girlfriends so far. Now a guy whom I sometimes see at work is flirting with me and I’m scared, I don’t know what to do. It’s not that I’m not attracted to him, but it’s different (so far I’ve got to know my girlfriends pretty well before dating, I don’t know how this would develop), and I just don’t know what it’d be like to be in a relationship with a guy. I don’t want to find out that it doesn’t feel right only to hurt him, because he’s a nice guy. I’ve had good experiences so far with women and what if there’s something missing (e.g. lots of cuddles)? A friend at work keeps saying that she thinks he’s going to ask me out and I’m so unsure as to what to do. I feel so clueless… Am I just reading into stereotypes?”
[image: depressed girl in black background.Text: I was by her side on the worst day of her life. She was by my side on the worst day of my life. We’ve been friends for so long. She doesn’t know I like her. She’s dated 3 people since her worst day. I dated none. She knows I’m pansexual. I know she’s a lesbian. But she doesn’t know or doesn’t care. I’m madly in love with her.]
[handwritten text: I’ve suffered from severe depression for as long as I can remember. Since starting to take stronger pills, my sex dysphoria has lessened. I’m not sure what to make of that. I hope it disappears completely. I know it’s just wishful thinking, I want to feel comfortable with this body, it feels like it will never be right.]
[image: dog tag chain with washer that has butch engraved on it. background.text: “i’m butch
Maybe you could even say i’m a Bottom Butch.
I’ve dated femmes but I felt more like…
I was playing a role.
Compliment … open doors… buy flowers (just because)
I wanted to be little spoon
to submit to her hold and smile at the smell of her colgne.
I don’t want to play any more roles. ”]
[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’)”]