Image: Pink azaleas

Text: Darling heart,

I know you’re sick. I know that you need someone to help. He’s doing a great job and you seem happy. But I could do the same and more. He’s kind of a jerk sometimes and I think you deserve more. I don’t know. Maybe that’s what you need. I know that I would love you with my whole heart and ask for nothing in return. And darling, you make it far too easy to love you. Everything about you shines in a simple yet exquisite and unmatched way. Everything you do makes my heart sing and dance. Except what you did. You put me in the Just-South-of-the-Friend-Zone-Where-You-Put-Crappy-Friends-You-Don’t-Really-Care-That-Much-About-Zone. You shut me out when I might have been able to help you. I’m the type of person who wants to be a shoulder to cry on, the one you come to when you need someone, a comforter. I suppose it’s selfish of me, but not getting that makes me feel like I don’t matter. And still you’re so sweet and beautiful. I just wish you could open up to me love. It breaks my heart a little to see you so trusting in him while not noticing me. In all honesty, I suspect part of the reason you’re with him is because you’re not out yet. But I really am so happy to see you happy. All I can think is “that should be me.” There’s a piece of my heart that’s yours if you would take it.  

Text: When I told my parents that I’m bisexual, they both told me that I wouldn’t be able to know because I haven’t had sex with either gender. That’s the reason I’m afraid to come out of the closet, cause people will think I’m not telling the truth and just saying it for attention…

[image: pansexual pride flag, three stripes of pink, yellow, and blue. text: “My boyfriend is very protective of me, and we are both extremely jealous. And our relationship is absolutely wonderful! But now that I am more comfortably out as pan, I can’t stop thinking about how much I want to just have one night to romance the shit out of a woman. I want to give her the most romantic, sexy, beautiful night ever. I can’t stop thinking about it. But I feel so hypocritical to even think of asking him about it, because I know how jealous and hurt he would be. There just isn’t any equivalent I could grant him, no way to make his straight mind understand— It doesn’t mean I love him any less!”]

Image: diagonal rainbow flag background. Text: She’d straight. She’s the type of self-righteous ally I hate. I think I’m in love with her. I think she is the only thing keeping me from killing myself. I’ve never felt such a strong connection with another person before.  Why her and not my girlfriend on two years? 

[photo: image of Jason Alexander and the quote from Seinfeld “The Jerk Store called, and they’re running out of you!” text: I know that if I were born a guy, instead of a trans guy, I would be a complete asshole. And that terrifies me.]

[image: black and white picture of girl covering her face. text: “I might be a lesbian… I’m straight, I swear! Does this mean I’m bisexual? I wish I were a gay man. Definitely a cis pansexual. I don’t need a label. Am I only pretending then? Can I even handle just being… me?”]

[Image: painting of a girl reaching for a heart balloon on a grey wall, Text: I know it’s crazy, but there’s a part of me that still has hope for us]

[Background: painting of two women in bed- one asleep and one awake; Text: I didn’t want you to be my first / You used me / It wasn’t fair / But now that I’ve come to terms with it / I wish I’d played it for what it was worth]

[image: a pansexual flag with black text reading: My boyfriend is very protective of me, and we are both extremely jealous. And our relationship is absolutely wonderful! But now that I am more comfortably out as pan, I can’t stop thinking about how much I want to have just one night to romance the shit out of a woman. I want to give her the most romantic, sexy, beautiful night ever. I can’t stop thinking about it. But I feel so hypocritical to even think of asking him about it, because I know how jealous and hurt he would be. There just isn’t any equivalent I could grant him, no way to make his straight mind understand— It doesn’t mean I love him any less!]