...lesbian

Know what I love about gay fanfiction?

It’s the only place where being gay is normal. It’s the only place I’ve ever seen a girl flirt with another girl only seconds after meeting one another. Where gay people aren’t terrified of being seen as predators or as gross. Being gay… it’s normal.

And that’s something I dream of and that’s why I love fandom. That’s why I love ships and fanfiction.

Because it’s an escape from a world that at best thinks I’m a joke, and at worst is disgusted and afraid of me.

So, thanks fanfiction. For allowing me to be me.

  • Starting at a young age
  • I was taught
  • "Find a decent boy to marry. Settle down. Have kids."
  • Starting at a young age
  • I was taught
  • To follow the majority.
  • "Dresses are for girls, boys like the dirt."
  • "Honey, you can't wear that. It's a boys shirt."
  • Starting at a young age
  • I was taught
  • To show enough skin
  • But if you get assaulted,
  • It's your own fault.
  • So you have to find the right-
  • "Dresses are for girls, boys like the dirt."
  • "Honey, you can't wear that. It's a boys shirt."
  • Starting at a young age
  • I was taught
  • Girls only love boys
  • Boys can only love girls.
  • But there are boys holding hands
  • And I love the girl wearing-
  • "Dresses are for girls, boys like the dirt."
  • "Honey, you can't wear that. It's a boys shirt."
  • I want to hold her hand in public
  • I want to kiss her lips
  • But according to you,
  • Homosexuality is a sin.
  • They support who you are,
  • Until who you are isn't who they want you to be.
  • Your gender roles are irrelevant,
  • Because there are boys wearing-
  • "Dresses are for girls, boys like the dirt."
  • "Honey, you can't wear that. It's a boys shirt."
  • You say girls do this
  • And boys do that
  • But I guess it doesn't apply to me
  • Because I'm neither.
  • You'll call me your daughter,
  • But drive me to hate myself
  • But it doesn't matter
  • You can bury me in all those fucking-
  • "Dresses are for girls, boys like the dirt."
  • "Honey, you can't wear that. It's a boys shirt."