I have lived my whole life trying to convince myself that I was straight. I’ve always been “accepting” of LGBT, but for some reason I couldn’t accept it within myself.
I knew at six I wasn’t straight. But I made myself forget it. After denying for years I fell for a girl. It scared the shit out of me. I didn’t know what to think of it. I was sexually attracted to guys not girls. But my heart for her. I continued to deny it.
I have met some amazing people who have taught me so much about myself.
I don’t even know if I’m saying any of this right, I’m still learning. Buttttt I started thinking I was a panromantic heterosexual. Recently, I’ve started to realize that isn’t fully true.
Honestly, I don’t care what you have in your pants, how you identify, how the body you were assigned to… if my heart goes for you, I’m following it. And regardless of any of that, if you’re hot…you’re hot. I am what I am.
After getting out from under a controlling, obsessive boyfriend, I finally get to be me again. Now that I get to it’s like a second chance. And if I get to be me again, I want to be happy. To be happy, I want to be me 100% person. No secrets.
I have a feeling this makes no sense, but I’m drinking so it’s okay.



