Being LGBTQ+

Dear reader, Hello. It’s Ash again. And I’m here to talk about falling in love with straight girls. If you are a lesbian, or bisexual, or pan, or any non man loving other non men, chances are you’ve fell for a straight girl, and gotten your heart broken. And me? I’m no different. I fell head over heels for a straight girl. She probably doesn’t even remember me. But I remember her, and I will for the rest of my life. She was 1 and a half years older than me, and stunning, at least to me. She had a boyfriend, and was kind, and funny, and amazing. She would hug me sometimes, or brush her leg against mine, and I knew it was in that straight girl way. But it made me die inside. Let’s also bring up the fact that girls can be so overly affectionate. Like, what’s that about? You’re straight, but you’ll hold my hand and tell me I’m pretty and say I’m the best ever? It makes zero sense! So please, straight girls, be clearer with your actions. If you’re currently falling for a straight person, I’...

 Dear readers, Hello. My name is Ash, and I’m genderfluid. And I know what you’re probably thinking. What are you really? And to that, reader, I say: non of your goddamn business. Even if you had X-Ray Vision and saw through my pants, (incredibly weird) it wouldn’t make me one gender or the other. Because what I wear and what I look like doesn’t make me a boy or a girl. So, the point of this post is that you don’t have to ‘pass’ to be transgender or nonbinary, or anything under the umbrella. You can just be. And that’s fine. The world however, often does not see it that way. It’s either pink or blue. Choose cheerleading or sports. Which is bullshit. Colors and activities don’t determine your identity, and neither do body parts. But that’s not what people see.  So me. I’m worried about coming out to my friends. I’m hopeful some will agree to use they/them pronouns for me, but that’s not even what I want. What I want is for you to call me what I want to be called on that day. Bu...