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Nothing represents Supernatural more than Misha coming out as straight.
Every day on this website I learn things largely against my will
Supernatural continues to have a dedication to queerbaiting that cannot be matched.
This show will never end will someone put me out of my misery already
so. i did it. alhamdulilah.
i moved out! after a looooong time of really needing my own space.
http://a.co/0twmbZ2 here’s a list of stuff if you wanna support a black queer nonbinary during BHM
a bi woman could do the most harmless thing like refer to herself as queer or call her boyfriend her partner and y'all will call her a mogai libkweer bihet who’s enabling the patriarchy by simply existing lol
I was raised by a generally accepting family, but that never dispelled my fears of not being accepted. The elementary school I went to, on the other hand, was not. Though I didn’t go to a Catholic school, I was in a school where most “differences” were looked down upon. From a young age, I always knew that there was something different about me. However, I was taught that there was nothing besides cis and heterosexuality. Hell, I didn’t even know anything else even existed. So, I brushed it off and tried to fit in as best as I could.
I wasn’t exposed to the lgbtq community until 6th grade, when I became friends with several queer people. In doing so, I began to feel a sense of belonging. However, I didn’t acknowledge the fact that I was like them. So, I continued to brush it off and instead became the “straight friend”.
In late 7th grade, I learned about a newer sexuality: pansexuality. Everything about it felt right. I had been internally identifying as bisexual, but that didn’t feel right to me. I didn’t come out until halfway through 8th grade, though. Even then, it was only to one close, queer friend, who immediately responded with “That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you!”
One of the biggest challenges was coming out to my main group of friends at the time, mostly because two of them were known homophobes. Instead of being confronted, I dropped hints here and there, and didn’t officially come out until the beginning of my freshman year. Coincidentally, I began my separation from that group, moving to a group that consists entirely of queers (and one hetero). I felt that it was now or never, and decided to come out officially. I was immediately met with “But how do you know you’re pansexual if you’ve never had a crush on a girl?” to which I’d reply with “How do you know you’re straight if you’ve never had a crush on a guy?”
My new group of friends was very accepting, of course. However, there was still one thing that I had been searching for since 8th grade: a gender identity that fit. For a while, I was out as bigender, but it didn’t feel right. So, I began the search for one that fit me. Finally, after months of searching, I discovered agender. Like when I discovered my sexuality, it just felt right. When I identified as bigender, I opted to find a more gender neutral name, settling with Cas. When I began identifying as agender, I kept it, feeling that it suits me.
While my group of friends supported me, I met a wonderful guy who, while he was new to the scene, was willing to learn, and accepted me for who I am. And he’s still getting the hang of things, but it adds to how much I love him. (Corny I know)
During this, I, along with my group of friends (lovingly referred to as “the gays”), joined my school’s lgbtq club. In doing so, I became friends with more queer people, and in turn, am learning more myself.
The hardest part, however, was coming out to my family. My parents and uncle were born during the AIDS scare in the 80s, and my grandmother was a baby boomer, so I was a bit frightened, to say the least. When I finally did come out, my uncle and mother immediately responded, telling me that they loved me no matter what and “as long as you keep your grades up and don’t sleep around, you’re fine”. However, I still haven’t gotten a response from my grandmother. Hopefully, it’ll be good.
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Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Alison; I’m a 15 year old cisgender female. I live in Yorkshire, England, and I’ve found a label to suit me. That is a Bisexual Aromantic.
I’d like to say that I’m comfortable accepting myself with these labels. Yes, they fit, but I don’t want them to.
Aromanticism is a big part of my life; I’ve only recently made the discovery that it genuinely exists.
When I was younger (and I mean 8 or 9 ish) I’d think that there was something wrong with me. I’d imagine that if I would only develop romantic feelings for a person then I’d know I’m okay. I would think that maybe I’m waiting for that “one special person” and then I would fall in love and so on.
I didn’t know this was happening until I was about 11 years old. I knew then that this wouldn’t happen. So, I jumped to the conclusion that there was something wrong. That it would be a mental illness or something. It was hard to accept that this was the only way for me and my future. This lead to self harm and self esteem issues that I’m slowly taming but are still apparent. I’ve been having issues with self harm for 4 years now. I know that it’s probably selfish of me and there are real problems in the world, but it hit close to home. All I’ve been fed my entire life, along with most people, is that even if things are bad right now, you’ll meet that one special person and everything will be okay.
I discovered the existence of aromanticism from tumblr, actually. There was an awareness post that had sneaked its way between the crevices of crap and hordes of fandoms. It boasted its diversity for including other terms. I read into the topic of being aromantic more and realised that, while feeling sexual attraction is a thing for me, romantic wasn’t. It was such an amazing experience, discovering that not only people can feel the same as I do, that there is a term for what I am feeling. It was elating to know that, I’m still valid, despite not feeling romantically attracted to anyone. All I’ve seen is the importance of romantic love and the effects it can have on your life, but never an appreciation of how much platonic love or friendships actually help you grow and /be/ as a person.
As for the bisexuality, that wasn’t as hard. It’s almost laughable how easy it was for me to accept this about myself. I have a group of very supportive friends who accept me for me.
I’m not out to my parents, because I don’t feel I should be. It’s an aspect about me that has always been there, along with aromanticism, so I shouldn’t have to justify my emotions. My dad is vaguely homophobic but, to be honest, he can cram it up his ass.
I’ve come to terms with who I am. Some might say that I’m too young but oh well. If I know who I am, then it shouldn’t matter to anyone else.
Thanks for listening (reading?)to my rant and I hope this can help anyone else going through what I am.
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That’s right babyyyy chowder time!!!
