[image: Pink background covered with chromosomes in different colours. text: “My language uses the same words for “gender” and “sex”. (This doesn’t necessarily mean we have more problems discussing trans* issues, since we have other expressions for “gender identity” et cetera.) But because of this word, I’ve never had to think about my gender that hard. When, for example, I fill in questionnaires, I’ve found it easier to assume they’re asking what sex chromosomes I have. Sometimes I even write them out, because hey, two letters take less time to write. But since I started spending more time around English speaking people and began educating myself on lgbtq+, I answer with my chromosomes just so I can avoid thinking about it.”]
(Image Description - Black & White photograph of a window looking out onto a car park with a tower block and buildings behind it. Below, the words say ‘I do love you. Nobody could love you half as much as I. I can’t promise you any more than that. I long to be able to tell you.’)
[The bisexual flag, text reading: I am a bisexual, I have always been a bisexual, I will always be a bisexual. But, I will always prefer women over men. However, I am in love with my boyfriend. Madly in love. I never want to leave him, and I never want to give him a reason to leave me, ever… Then why is it I can’t stop thinking about having relationships and sex with women? I can never have both the love of my life and my greatest desires, and now I spend days on end conflicted. I have never been with a woman, and now it looks like I never will be. How can I ever have what I desire, and what I lovewith all my heart?]
[image: Plain lavender background with black text over it: “I wasn’t lying, when I told you it didn’t register. All of the parts you hate about yourself, your body, because you were born into the wrong body, none of it registered. And I was relieved. I don’t regret what we did those nights. It was magical, and leading up to it felt amazing, and good, and I was comfortable with myself. I was comfortable with you. I let you continue and seeing you so undone, it was… I can’t even describe it.
But I hate the fact that you failed to notice that I wasn’t there with you. I want you to make me come undone, feel so lost and dazed with all of those good feelings. I know it was only the first time, and it was new. It was new for me too. But even still…
I want to do it again. But why does the thought of iniciating more with you make me feel so unclean..? You’re so innocent in a lot of ways, and I just feel like I’m tainting you and your relationship with god… I wish it didn’t have to matter but, it does… I feel like I’m destroying you…”]
image: silhouette of people kissing. text: I identify as Lesbian… Yet I had the chance to make out with a guy-friend and I LIKED it. I don’t know what to think anymore… Have I been living a lie?
[image: “Notes” app for iPhone. text: “I finally came out to my mom as Pansexual recently. She told me I shouldn’t label myself, and that I should I should be open to loving anyone. I guess she doesn’t know what Pansexual means.”]
[White text on red background] I’m an 18 year old gay man. This year, I got to vote for the first time, in my city council elections. If I live into my early 90s, I can look forward to voting another 84 times in various different elections.
But I can honestly say I will never - EVER - vote for a liberal candidate or party. I don’t have to support liberal policies just because I’m gay. And I resent people who try to make me feel like a “bad gay” just because I don’t.