Don’t kill insects or bees or anything. They don’t want to hurt people. People hurt people.
In some ways, the term “pansexual” came out of biphobia and a need to stipulate that one was not transphobic. If you take the binary view of “bisexual,” then a sexuality specific to an attraction to men and women could be seen as being noninclusive of transgender men and women. On the other hand, transgender men and women want to (and should) be seen as simply men and women, meaning that they would/should be included in that very binary; not including them tends to be much more phobic and noninclusive.
Then there is the thought that the binary view of bisexuality can be seen as phobic of anyone who identifies as genderqueer, or somewhere along the gender and sexuality spectrum, not identifying as male or female, man or woman. But, as I mentioned before, the true definition of “bisexual” is being attracted to those who are the same as me and those who are different from me, encompassing all genders and identities. The often-repeated argument that “bi means two” ignores a simple fact: “Same” and “different” are, indeed, two groups."
Oh, of course! Wasn’t sure if that was the case or you were referring to people that follow me as a collective? My apologies.
Thank you though. I have a lot to think about.
I hope I can help him while also helping myself. Thanks.
I don’t even know how to respond to this. I guess it feels like nobody’s ever listening. Thanks for sending this, I guess.
I know we both need to grow. We met at the wrong time. Maybe someday things will work out. I’m just realizing that his addiction is out of my control and I need to move on.
But I don’t want to.
He told me once:
"Kate, there’s no such thing as ‘try.’ You’ve just got to do it."
So I did do it. I stopped drugs for a short time, I bought bus tickets to his place, I promised to love him regardless of what happens.
He was arrested for the second time today. Three charges. One’s a felony. I’m fucking exhausted. I held my end of the deal. I’m so done.
If anyone sees his name again, please please never let me go back to loving him.
I am working a 7 hour shift and I’m shaking, trying not to cry.
Everything is so pointless. And I’ll never be successful. And I’ll always be half in love with someone who’s toxic. I won’t ever know what “healthy” or “clean” means. And I’ll never know my own worth. And I’ll never do things for myself. And life will always be the same cyclical motion. And nothing makes sense. It never fucking will.
I’ll never be happy. I just want to die.