[Bisexual pride flag with text reading “Sometimes I wish I hadn’t come out last year. It makes me proud, but sometimes I want my life back. I can’t tell anyone I feel this way. Or I lose everything.”]
[Image: On the left side, title “YOU, THEN”, a green personlike-blob says “I DON’T UNDERSTAND TRANS PEOPLE. THEY’RE WEIRD.” and an arrow is pointing to them with text “MISGENDERS PEOPLE, USES WRONG PRONOUNS NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES THEY’RE TOLD”. On the right side, title “YOU, AFTER MEETING HIM, the same person says “HEY I’M TRANS NOW”. A teal box below this reads “WHY AM I THE ONLY PERSON WHO SEES THIS AS SLIGHTLY MAYBE KINDA… SUSPICIOUS??????”. On the bottom of the image is a red arrow pointing to the left side, with text “I’D LOVE TO TELL PEOPLE ABOUT THIS BUT I BET THEY’D JUST BE ALL “PEOPLE CHANGE”. YEAH AND YOU HAVE CHANGED: YOU HAVE BECOME AN EVEN WORSE PIECE OF SHIT”.]
image: Flake Lorenz from the Rammstein video Ich Will
text: I hope you didn’t fake being sick & miss seeing one of your best friends just to avoid seeing me. I would have stayed home from that lunch if I though it would make you happier.
I don’t know if you’re upset because I didn’t return your feelings in 2005…
…until 2008, when you didn’t return mine. (They haven’t gone away, even though I haven’t seen you since 2010.)
I MISS YOU!
you’re the only person I know who argues in favor of Flake’s thighs.
Image:[A girl walking away in the rain with fallen pink flower petals behind her.] The world knows what I am. I walk down the hallway and all i hear is your whisper….. She’s a lesbian.
[Image: A man sitting on a green question mark, pondering.]
You have given me some of the best times in my life.
Every day, when I see you online, I can’t help but smile, happy at the thought of being able to talk to you for another few hours.
We’ve been together for one month and twenty-four days, and it’s been incredible.
So how the fuck do I tell you that I’m genderqueer…
Background showing a song called Two-Faced Lovers by artist wowaka. The text on the right dramatically shrinks. “I’m in a slump… Everyday, I keep thinking about him. He knows I like him, but he isn’t comfortable about his sexuality. He wants me to just be friends… But I want more than just “friends”… But, what if it dosen’t work out, like last time? I just want to be happy again…”
[image:picture of a dark club. text: “Most people assume that I’m straight and somewhat sexually experienced. For the most part, neither are true. I reside somewhere along the line 5 in the Kinsey scale and I’ve never slept with anyone. I’m now 20 and tired of waiting. Would it be so wrong to walk into a club, find a hot girl who wants to fuck, and fuck her?”]