Orientation is not a trend.
I wasn't going to write this, because I know I'm putting myself in a position to lose friends; then I said "fuck it," anybody who thinks I have no right to be hurt and calling it out probably wasn't my friend to begin with.
( What. The. Actual. Fuck. )
( What. The. Actual. Fuck. )
I don't have a problem with poly relationships--unlike you, I do actually know a couple of people who've been very happy in them--but I do have a problem with the idea that I'm the one you fuck, and the rest of the time you're busy watching men with no interest whatsoever in the female population at large. I don't go around ogling girls every day of the week, but I don't just go "oh, that's a short skirt" when someone appears in a mini, either--my usual response is "whoa, nice legs."
I'm scared of the fallout. But I had to do it. I couldn't take it anymore. My mind felt the same way my body did when I had an abscess in my breast--achy, painful, apt to break open and send blood and pus flying everywhere at a moment's notice (gross analogy but true). You have two choices with a mind-abscess like that: you can drain it and hope for the best, or you can leave it there to eat away at your brain and heart and soul until there's nothing left but infection.
I suck at keeping in touch, too, but if you need me, you always know where to find me. *HUG*
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