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“Straight people are not the enemy and heterosexuality is not the problem."
I wrote a few lines that I'm attempting to pass off as a vagina monologue-type item, and they start with that. That is how I feel today, after listening to someone knock straight marriage on the walk to the Cat to see a show. I was with a group of six girls-who-like-girls. A semi-direct quote: "Yeah, we (her and her partner) went to a straight wedding last weekend and hid in the corner. There were only like four lesbians there." And everyone laughed, because of course we would laugh, we are a gang of lesbians walking in solidarity to a play about transmen.
Rather, everyone laughed but me, because I was busy wanting to scream. My best friend is getting married in three weeks. My straight, male best friend. I don't hold a damn thing against him for it. I don't feel oppressed because he's spent the last three years able to legally marry the girl he's in love with. I'm excited and happy because he's in love. I don't understand the hostility; in fact, it makes me extremely uncomfortable. This is not something I want to be a part of. This is not who I am. The fact that I date women does not mean that I think any girl who dates a woman is obligated to hold a grudge against women who date men.
While I'm at it, fuck anyone who tells me I am gay, straight, bisexual, a lesbian, a dyke, queer, any given number on the Kinsey scale, because it's not your job to do so or any of your business where I fall.
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Okay now. I have a presentation I need to work on. Presentation? Presentation. Right. I'll get on that.
EDIT: FUCK YOU, PRESENTATION. ICE CREAM IS BETTER.
I wrote a few lines that I'm attempting to pass off as a vagina monologue-type item, and they start with that. That is how I feel today, after listening to someone knock straight marriage on the walk to the Cat to see a show. I was with a group of six girls-who-like-girls. A semi-direct quote: "Yeah, we (her and her partner) went to a straight wedding last weekend and hid in the corner. There were only like four lesbians there." And everyone laughed, because of course we would laugh, we are a gang of lesbians walking in solidarity to a play about transmen.
Rather, everyone laughed but me, because I was busy wanting to scream. My best friend is getting married in three weeks. My straight, male best friend. I don't hold a damn thing against him for it. I don't feel oppressed because he's spent the last three years able to legally marry the girl he's in love with. I'm excited and happy because he's in love. I don't understand the hostility; in fact, it makes me extremely uncomfortable. This is not something I want to be a part of. This is not who I am. The fact that I date women does not mean that I think any girl who dates a woman is obligated to hold a grudge against women who date men.
While I'm at it, fuck anyone who tells me I am gay, straight, bisexual, a lesbian, a dyke, queer, any given number on the Kinsey scale, because it's not your job to do so or any of your business where I fall.
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Okay now. I have a presentation I need to work on. Presentation? Presentation. Right. I'll get on that.
EDIT: FUCK YOU, PRESENTATION. ICE CREAM IS BETTER.