For a while I thought I was asexual as I’m 18 (then 17) and I’ve never been in a relationship or even had a crush.
My friends joked that I was asexual and I know it’s not a bad thing if I were but getting that idea forced on me really closed me in. I spent nights crying myself to sleep feeling that the people I trusted and called friends labelled me as I found it hard to talk about those feelings.
I’ve never been good at talking to people, holding conversations or even just talking about myself. Part of it is social anxiety, the fear that people will judge me or laugh at my choices.
The more I thought about it, I’d never even liked any boys in my year at school and that just helped my friends comment bury deeper into my brain.
When I left school I had a lot of alone time and that helped me realise that maybe for me men weren’t the only option. I went through lots of blogs and spent a lot of time researching bisexuality and if that was me.
Then for a while I decided I didn’t need a label. I was so confused.
Towards the end of 2023 I started to feel like maybe men weren’t even on the table. I felt no connection or desire for a boyfriend and struggle to picture myself with one.
But women on the other hand. Yes I can picture myself dating a woman, holding her hand, her warmth, her glow. I realised that even when describing women in my many failed attempts at writing a book my detail always went so much deeper and was more precise than for the male characters.
And so after slowly working myself through a lot of sexuality confusion and becoming comfortable using the term to describe myself. I am a lesbian.
Thanks for reading this
Yours,
A closeted (though looking back it’s probably made of glass) lesbian.
:)
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Fic recs #49: Calm before the storm
https://archiveofourown.org/works/37597804
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olympics coming up…… athlete aus on the mind….. satoru as a swimmer….. unreasonably large wingspan…. huge hands..... thinks “official” competitions and tournaments are boring because he can’t use the goofy purple googly eyes goggles he likes to practice in…… practices at ungodly hours solely because he likes when the pool is empty because that means you’ll dip your feet in at the edge and be there to greet him with a kiss when he’s finished his laps….. they bring up the stats board and it’s just his name ten times before the next fastest person and he could still lap them, and even tho he’ll always put so much pressure on himself to be the best, it’s worth it to have you hold his face and tell him you’re proud of him... he’s gotten so much merch from events and sponsorships and he used to think they just created clutter but that all changes when you start to wear his clothes (esp the ones with his name on it… he’s not proud to admit that does Something to him)…. always looks up to the stands when he finishes a race and if he knows you’re not there, he looks right at the camera, draws an infinity sign with his fingers, and blows a kiss (which, some commentators routinely call “unsportsmanlike conduct” but he doesn’t care, and always, publicly says he’ll pay the fees if it means blowing a kiss to his girl at home)
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Liu Qingge comes back to find out that everyone believes Shen Qingqiu murdered him and he’s offended that anyone would think Shen Qingqiu could beat him in a fight. And, as Liu Qingge bitches people out for believing such a ridiculous tale, Shen Qingqiu is off to the side muttering about how he “could absolutely kill that brute if he wanted to.” Liu Qingge turns to him exasperated, grumpy, and annoyed and snaps, “You couldn’t even stop me from killing myself.”
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