Hoy pague la luz, raza! Ya saben lo que eso significa!
[Avienta un desmadre de confetti]
Maruchan en oferta y tacos de sal!
are you kidding me. it hasn’t been that long yet since my freedom (yes, i woke up feeling sick again)
I’M SO FED UP WITH THIS SICKNESS BROOOOOOO CAN I GET BETTER ALREADY I CANNOT EMBRACE MY FULL POTENTIAL AS A RAGING FEMME LESBIAN 🔥🔥🔥🔥
i am finally healed, prepare to be sick of me for the following days
I’M SO FED UP WITH THIS SICKNESS BROOOOOOO CAN I GET BETTER ALREADY I CANNOT EMBRACE MY FULL POTENTIAL AS A RAGING FEMME LESBIAN 🔥🔥🔥🔥
I’M SO FED UP WITH THIS SICKNESS BROOOOOOO CAN I GET BETTER ALREADY I CANNOT EMBRACE MY FULL POTENTIAL AS A RAGING FEMME LESBIAN 🔥🔥🔥🔥
compulsive heterosexuality is truly one of the worst things you could ever experience not only as a lesbian, but also as a feminine woman. i have been a christian for as long as i have been existing in this planet—raised with catholic knowledge, scriptures, grew up with religious family—therefore, i always thought that women are only meant to be with a man as they are meant to be with a woman. women are meant to submit, to be whoever i am today, while men are meant to protect; to which i do not mind because being feminine is amazing, being feminine is special! it makes me unique, it makes me powerful. i wouldn’t mind being clingy to you, i wouldn’t mind cleaning the dishes for you, i wouldn’t mind being left alone at home for you to come back home with our children, but i always find myself in tears whenever i try to envision myself with a man.
you know this by now but it’s been a year since i assembled the puzzle pieces of my identity and finally figured things out like yes, i am lesbian and i have never been so happier to finally call myself one! i am sending all of my love to all the bisexual people; it is a label that i was once comfortable identifying myself with until i have felt that i know i could be something more than that. most of the time, i am super confident in my skin. sometimes, i feel like throwing up.
the moment i find a man attractive, i get so confused that i start to despise myself ruthlessly. a part of me is terrified, deeply terrified.
will i ever be happy with the decisions i make in my life if i keep on swaying back and forth like what i’m doing today? do i really like girls? am i just playing with their feelings the whole time? are they an experiment all along? am i an experiment? am i actually a lesbian when i end up finding certain men pretty? what if my sacrifices for being bold boils down to the drain and at the end of the day, i’ll settle down with a man? will i actually burn just because i am being who i really am? will i be that kind of a lesbian who will be despised for having this compulsion? maybe i do really like men? will all of this boil back down to me being a christian? will my parents tell me that they told me so and i’ll find myself crying, telling myself that they were right all along? am i meant to suffer from the constant loop that repeats all of these questions again? the moment i find a man attractive and try to envision myself leaning my head against his shoulder, arms wrapped around his; i can never see the same sparkle in my eyes when i love a woman. what am i? who am i, truly? does it ever get better?
this is my biggest fear. you could bring me cockroaches; the insects i always despised since i was a kid, you could take me to the tallest building since i am terrified of heights, but to constantly doubt who i really am and realize that i still haven’t figured it out yet is what would kill me.
woke up to a mcdonald’s bag with a hotcake box sitting beside me before i start my day 🌟 today’s already starting great, thanks brother!
off to fight the great war now, fellas (one pending project due tonight, one lesson to be reviewed for tomorrow’s exams, two pending projects for the student organization, three lessons to be reviewed for next week’s exams) please wish me luck
off to fight the great war now, fellas (one pending project due tonight, one lesson to be reviewed for tomorrow’s exams, two pending projects for the student organization, three lessons to be reviewed for next week’s exams) please wish me luck
hahahahahaha my girlfriend is the cutest, bro just made me cum and whine in their hands and now they’re snoring like they’re working a 9-5 shift 🥹 brb while i go cry in adoration
there’s something so refreshing dancing along to some songs, especially the ones that openly speak about how much they love women. it’s been two years since i found out that i’m a lesbian all along thanks to my sweet butch and my life has never felt so good—a confusion that is finally understood. i’ve talked to a couple of girls who thinks my sexuality is something that can only exist for pleasure or to replace men who broke their hearts. some of them has also used it for their past time, leaving me thinking that my worth only lies beneath their feet.
it feels so freeing; like a puzzle piece that you have been struggling to find all over the box. it could also be your favorite jewelry that you just couldn’t remember where you placed it. i have been looking for this comfort all along in being a woman and i’m so glad i get to claim this sweet moment by also being a lesbian! i’m so glad such talented and brave artists are also out there today, making silly little lesbian songs for me to sing along and maybe make out with my butch someday. (≧▽≦)