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Sometimes I wonder if I’m asexual…I mean I’m not physically attracted to people, just appreciative of their beauty. Don’t get me wrong, I had my fair share of romances, but they all ended badly, and my current one is on the verge of collapse…I’ve always dated guys, and once I realized I was bi, I wanted to date a girl, but not for sex…
But how do I explain all this to my conservative Christian boyfriend who wants us to be sexually active?
And what do I do about my extremely strong feelings for my transgender friend?
I don’t know what to do anymore.]
[Image: Lesbian couple of 50 years being the first married in San Francisco- Again. Text: I dream if the day when it’s a disgrace to be homophobic. I wish they will feel the loneliness and pain they have put me through because know they’re outcasts.]
[Image description: pink text on a green calendar page, featuring April 1st.]
[Text: “I had planned to come out on April Fool’s Day, because it would be really easy and I could brush it off if it went badly, but…
I never got a chance to. There’s a few of my friends I’ve been trying to come out to for a while, and who knows how long I’ll have to wait now…]
[Image: A large cruise ship sailing on the ocean.]
Text: Lately, I’ve been imaging what it would be like going on a romantic cruise with you. All this flirting around is making me want to be more than friends.
But I don’t think I can give you the relationship you deserve.
[image: different shades of lilac and purple in vertical, blurred stripes. Infinity symbol with male and female symbols attached to each loop. text:”I was born with intersex condition… I was assigned as female, but I grew up to feel and act as male. Trans* people tell me I am not really a Trans*. But intersex people tell me I am not really intersex either… No matter what group, I get shnned for being the other. I feel like I am all alone… I have no safe space…”].
[two girls standing face to face on a bridge at night time]
Tonight I took my best friend to our place (WELL, it’s not really our place, it’s just a place we went but you get what I mean). I told her we should go there because she would like it, but in reality I just wanted to go back there to reminisce. I just didn’t want to be a weirdo and go back there alone.
I’ve told everyone that I have a new girl but I’m lying (like I always do) because they think you’re awful and they’d see me with anyone else other than you.
I’d give anything to be back with you (emotionally and physically).
Please forgive me, or at the very least accept my apology.
[image: japanese-styled black iron teapot with dragonfly ornament on its side. text: “Gay men in my are aeem to be all very party oriented and/or polyamorous . Fine by me, each for their own, but am I the only one who prefers home-evenings, cuddling and long dinners? Where are the other “old school” romantic gay men? I can’t be the only one. …Can I? I am not even that old…”.]
[Image:pansexual flag with black text typed over it. Text:I love my boyfriend. I’m happier with him than I have been with anyone else, and I can’t imagine not having him in my life.But I also have never had a girlfriend before and was looking for women when I met him instead.I find myself wishing I could be with a girl and thinking about it frequently. I want to have a romance with another girl and sweep her off her feet. I feel guilty about it even though I would never cheat on him……and it worries me. I don’t know if I’ll be happy long term this way or if i’m just making a mountain out of a mole hill in my mind.]
Image description: Asexual Pride flag “I am closeted, and Biromantic. I want to tell my family, but I don’t think I could handle how they’d look at me. I couldn’t handle their laughing. ‘It’s just a phase.’ No, it’s really not.”
[image: two cartoon boys in intimate embrace. text: ” To this day, I have believed that so called “yaoi fangirls” are just harmless nerds. But today, as I went to the coffee shop with my boyfriend, we run into a group of about 14-15 years old girls. Fist thing they declared as they saw us was loud “REAL LIFE YAOI!!” Then they promptly proceed to aproach us and ask for take a picture of us kissing and asking invasive questions of our relationship etc. They didn’t leave us aline the whole time we stayed on the cafe. I mean what the flying fuck!?”]
[image: Gatsby and Daisy in the 2013 film adaptation of “The Great Gatsby.” text: “You are my Daisy. I’m moving thousands of miles away soon, to a better place, to start a better life. And to try to change the world. I almost talked you into going with me. Almost. I keep thinking that maybe if I make myself great enough, you’ll change your mind.”]