“I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.”

That side-smile, wink, lip-biting/licking thing that lesbians do. Please stop. If you ever do that to me I will probably laugh so hard I’ll snot on your face. 

I fucking love being Italian.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m really thankful for the things that I’ve been privileged enough to have/experience and I certainly don’t take them for granted, but sometimes I just feel empty. 

Whenever people ask me when I came out I feel real weird because coming out never ends. There will always be another person to tell, someone else will want clarification. I will be “coming out” for the rest of my life, and that really saddens me. 

Never deny a southerner their sweet tea.

(Source: faintfamiliarity)

Sometimes I just sit and think about how wonderful it is that I sleep with women. 

Brunettes make me weak in the knees. 

I’ve become a novelty.

I’m a collector’s item that you buy and place on your shelves to collect dust just so that you can say you have me.

To be able to feel comfortable using gay slurs because you don’t hate gays, you have “a gay friend”.

I’m your one take on anything remotely queer,

but that isn’t fair because my goggles have been fogged by my perceptions through my own life experiences and that isn’t a clear representation of the rest of us.

I am not something you can throw around, like my sexuality is all I am, all I have to offer the world. “Yeah, my gay friend Lindsie.”

I am a person with thoughts and feelings and I want to be seen and heard.

I want you to take me off the shelf more than two times a year, dust behind my ears because I’m having trouble hearing.

My sexuality is a part of me, but it is not my entirety.

I am made up of the same particles as you and I never let your sexuality define who you are.

You are never introduced as my straight friend, instead you are introduced as a person of intellect that matters and I would never put you on a shelf surrounded by dust that gathers so that I can say that I have you.

So that I can say I know and understand your troubles because you are a part of my collection, just for show.

You are more than that.

Take me down, clean me off, let me breathe,

and for heaven’s sake don’t keep me as a novelty.

I’m a human being.

Today I used my blow dryer to push my roommate’s hair back to her side of the bathroom.

It took me 20 years to get to this point,

and it’s still a fucking struggle.

Everyday I walk down the street and people stare at me.

I can read it on their face.

I see it in the way their eyes engulf my entire body.

They look me up and down and crease their brows and turn their lips to the ground.

“Is that a boy… or a girl?”

“Is that a woman… or a man?”

“Do you wear briefs or panties? Do you have a hole or a pole? Who do you like, and more importantly, who do you fuck?”

I’m here to tell you I am all of those things and none of those things at the same time. 
I am just as much of a man as I am a woman, and I am just as much of a boy as I am a girl. 

My legs are hairy, my hair is short, and what exists in my pants between my legs is none of your fucking business.

But that doesn’t stop you. You continue to prick and prod me, but I am not a fucking experiment. 

You cannot test your societal products on me and I will not be bound to conformity by your hands.

You will not restrain me.

I was born a free citizen of the United States even if my freedom 

is not fucking free, it’s costly.

Even if my thoughts and feelings and mere existence challenge everything you’ve ever known, ever dreamed of.

I am different, but I am not any less of a human being.

I am comprised of the same elements, my blood bleeds the same red, and the air I breathe smells the same as yours. 

So stop wondering what’s between my legs. Stop wondering why I have breasts and armpit hair. Stop asking questions about answers you are certainly not entitled to.

Let me be a fucking person.

Let me walk down the fucking street feeling like my wellbeing is not threatened. 

Let me exist.

Because I certainly let you.