Don’t kill insects or bees or anything. They don’t want to hurt people. People hurt people.

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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.


via The Bad ‘B’ Word: A Need for Bisexual Acceptance

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Anonymous asked:
gender-neutral pronoun = we. I'm one person

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.

Anonymous asked:
You don't have to move on. All you can do is just be there for him, I guess. Things happen for a reason, you met him at the wrong time maybe to help him. In time, things will play out to your advantage! Hope we helped a little. Remember we're here to listen. be strong.

I hope I can help him while also helping myself. Thanks.

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Anonymous asked:
The problem is you're not living. It takes time, I know this. But darling you need to live and get out of your head. This kid needs to grow on his own and you need to grow as well. Don't give up hope. Just live. XOXO. We're always here to talk and listen.

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.


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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 don’t really like people, but it’s difficult to get comfortable with loneliness. I mean, I’ve tried to have friends, but it never works out. And I’m tired of going out alone. I’m ok staying in at my place. It smells good when I burn incense and I have a lot of records and I can just play video games.” 

The bus she was waiting for arrived. “Do you need to go?” 

"It’s ok. Another one will come in ten minutes… But then, you know, sometimes I just want a partner— a relationship. It would be nice to share this part of my life with someone. I’ve been single for years, and you know, there are people I could call if I wanted to. But people always end up saying things that rub me the wrong way, or if I open up to them, suddenly they want me to be their best friend, and I don’t want people to have expectations of me. I don’t want to waste anyone else’s time if I’m not interested in being close to them." 

Another bus came and went while she told me about the loneliness, wiping tears from her eyes. Then another. “I’m sorry, I’ve talked too long.” 

"It’s really ok. Sometimes we just need to connect." 

"Yeah, I forget that sometimes."

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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.