I Am Gay And I Am Done With The LGBT Community

I Am Gay And I Am Done With The LGBT Community

I am tired of not being "gay" enough.

I am gay.

In fact, very gay.

I would say this is my coming out... that is, if everyone didn’t know I was as queer as a three-dollar bill.

I remember my first girl crush; I was 12 years old, with hair like Janis Joplin and teeth lined with more metal than a junkyard. I was a huge dork. It was the new girl in my middle school, she drifted into our classroom like tumbleweed and I was immediately speared by Cupid’s tiny arrow. She was just so beautiful, probably the most beautiful woman I had seen in my oh-so-short life, even in knee-high socks and a green kilt. We were peas and carrots, always together, causing mischief and drama wherever we went. I never understood how much I liked her until I got older, and realized that our deep friendship masked a more powerful emotion that I couldn’t describe. Until now. If you are reading this (yes, you, always reading this shit on my Facebook), thanks for the gay memories.

I never dated women in high school, mostly because I was the world’s largest pussy. Many beautiful women batted a gracious eye in my direction, and I just evolved back to that dorky 12-year-old self, shaking in my skirt, biting my tongue. Now, I couldn’t care less, the shit is not given, the fucks are not flying. I am confident to say that I will date and fuck anyone I want. Including men.

Oh, did I not mention?

I love men.

I love dick.

(If you are a friend of mine reading this, you know it’s true).

In the eyes of the LGBT+++ community, I am bisexual, or in snowflake terms, a heteronomy, cisgender pansexual.

Now, I don’t know about you, but I don’t need the laundry list of ‘identities’ rattled off in my Tumblr bio. I don’t need these identities to feel like I belong somewhere.

That’s the problem I have with the LGBT community.

I am tired of the labels.

I am tired of people asking me my pronouns.

I am tired of people asking about if I like dick or pussy better.

I am tired of people asking me my sexual orientation.

I am tired of people asking me about my coming out story.

I am tired of people labeling me like a carton of fags, forgoing a possible trigger warning.

I am tired of the gays discriminating against the trans men because they aren’t real men.

I am tired of the lipstick lesbians telling me I’m not manly enough to fuck them.

I am tired of the dykes telling me I am not gay enough.

I am tired of being proud to be gay, just like I am tired of black pride and white pride, because it’s all deadly in my eyes.

It’s not a family; it’s a clique, just like high school. People use their gender, their sexual orientation to define who they are and stand out among the millions or people who think they are special. I don’t want to be bisexual; I believe you are gay and straight (however, I do believe in being transgender). I don’t want to be branded as the bi girl or the gay girl, just the crazy, fun girl. Honestly, all I want is to fuck whoever I want and not have people question my sexuality (because if you are attractive, you are clear in my book).

I am a gay girl. This will be the only time I use this to identify myself, because I am tired of the LGBT community and their prejudice against straight people, cisgender people, trans people, and just everyone. Their cries of equality and acceptance resonate from their soap boxes, but their words appear to be muted to their own ears.

I guess they choose to keep their eyes wide shut.

There will be no trigger warning. Go ahead and be offended, I like the publicity.

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A Letter To The Tomboy I Used To Be

To that girl with the baseball hat, board shorts, and grass stains, thank you.

To the tomboy I used to be,

Thank you so much for making me the strong, beautiful, determined, and badass girl I am today. I am proud of who you've become. It is because of you that I can stand on my own two feet. It is because of you that I am not afraid to stand up for what I believe in. And for that, I am eternally grateful.

You were never easy to deal with. Mom and Dad had a lot to handle growing up. It was Dad who had to fight for you to be able to play boys' baseball. It was Mom who had to stand up to the boys that were mean to you for playing a boys' sport. It was both of them who had to cart you around to all of your games and practices, because playing one sport a season was just not enough. It was Mom who had to wash your clothes endless times, because the grass and dirt stains would never come out the first time. Don't ever forget who helped you become who you are.

Your attitude and thought process is very different from that of most girls. You grew up dealing with your problems through wrestling or fighting. Pettiness was not something you could deal with. Your anger came from losing a game, not drama with girls. You didn't understand why girls fought, or were so mean to each other, and to this day, you still don't understand it. You are different. You aren't like most girls by any means, which can be difficult for you, even now. You are so much tougher. You think differently. You are determined.

I love who you turned into. You are so strong; you handle everything with such passion and grit, that I can't help but thank you. Thank you for pushing yourself, and for not letting anything or anyone get in your way. The boys were mean sometimes, and the girls talked about you, but that never fazed you. That chip on your shoulder only made you strive even harder for greatness.

Thank you for making me unique. Thank you for making me extraordinary. Thank you for making me, me.



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