[Image: what the internet says is a fake Coach bag]
[Text: Every time someone calls me queer, or part of the queer community, I feel like a fake.
I’m not out in meatspace. What I don’t have in actual privilege I have in passing privilege. My presentation doesn’t challenge cis- or hetero-normativity. I’ve never had queer used against me as a slur. I’ve been told demis have no place in queer spaces. I’m not politically active.
Calling myself queer feels like appropriation.]
[Image: girl curled up, covering her face in her hands, underwater
Text: “What if I just haven’t really seen any women I found particularly attractive until now?
What if I just have a really strong preference for men?
What if I’m straight but you’re some kind of exception?
What if I only like the idea of being with another woman because it’s portrayed as “hot”?
I wish we didn’t even have all these labels and I could just kiss a girl without it being an identity crisis.”]
[Image description: Purple maple leaf on a white background. Text reads:
I want to talk to other GSRM people on campus, to find a space where I can be safely out. I think my cohort would be fine with me too, which is awesome.
But I’m scared that with Facebook, professional contacts, and such, being out will fuck over my chances of employment in my own (very conservative) sector once I graduate.
I don’t know that three years of comfort and self-exploration is worth that.]
[Image Description: Grayscale nongraphic image of two men showering together overlaid with white text. Text Reads: I never questioned my sexuality before…It was always “consenting human” with the later addotion of “over 18”. Now, with all these labels around, I don’t know what the hell I am.]
[Image: blue-black background, text: I have tried my entire life to be a woman. I grew up weird, but I tried hard to fit in somehow, to search some label that explained me and my otherness. I came to terms with it. I made it presentable and explainable to others. I was a soft-butch sadistic lesbian, or something. Or queer. Or strange. Or it was my mental illness. But the doubts remained. I ignored them. But. I’m not a woman. But if I’m not, then what? Am I even a person? And what do I do now? I am so scared.]
[Image: a lonely girl sitting under a tree
Text: “You left me because you didn’t want to ‘compete’ with anyone else for attention. Now you’re pining after a girl who’s in a relationship with another guy. I fail to see how that’s any better. At least when you had me, I hadn’t fallen for anyone else, male or female. At least I loved you.”]
[image description: a girl sitting in the grass and hugging a mirror, as big as her whole chest, that reflects the grass, making her disappear.
text: I love. I have loved people deeply. For years. In mutual, emotionally satisfying platonic relationship. // I don’t fall in love. Not even a little crush.
Sometimes I masturbate all day thinking of being fucked. // I have never had penetrative sex again after losing my virginity.
I love cuddling, touching, kissing, massaging, being naked. Some days I can’t go on without a hug. // Sometimes I think that sex arouses me only as a response to my partner’s desire.
I love women bodies. I’m attracted to genderqueers. I can see myself long-term only with them (emotionally) but // when I think of sex I think of men and dicks, but I’m not able to go further than one-night stands (emotionally).
I DON’T KNOW HOW I IDENTIFY
aromantic? asexual? greysexual? bi? queer? sexually fluid?
I JUST WANT A PARTNER
but who? how? what?]
[Image: two teddy bears hugging with a bi flag overlaid
Text: “I’m a bisexual woman and I’m proud of who I am. I just wish I was brave enough to come out.”]
[Image: man with a light switch on his chest labeled “gay” and “not gay”
Text: My Intro to Psych course doesn’t cover human sexuality, but the textbook does. This Friday, I decided to read the chapter. Only three of the eighteen pages were dedicated to the difference between homosexuals and heterosexuals. Bisexuals, asexuals, demisexuals, graysexuals, pansexuals, etc. were never even mentioned. Neither were non-cis people.
Is it too much to ask to be acknowledged in a psychology textbook? We’re people too.]