I love that. Because once you sit and think about it, it makes sense. You don’t fall in love with someone because they have a dick or a vagina. I mean sure they help and some might have preferences, but in the end what you fall in love is the soul of that person.
Being pansexual you don’t think oh man I’ve gotta like her or him because of what’s in between their legs.
No, you meet a person and you vibe with them on a different level. And there’s the truth.
The soul has no gender. It is the purest gift that god gave us that we haven’t fucked up.
Your soul doesn’t see gender, your soul sees the other soul and when they connect, they don’t give two shits about what hangs or doesn’t hang in between of the meat sack they are currently residing in.
All they care about is the light and connection they have with the other soul they found.
I literally fall in love with you.
Not your genitalia.
You are not your genitalia.
You are a soul. And I see yours and my soul likes what it sees there, not down below.
Fall for the soul, not the body part.
Made this at 4 am cause my mind wasn’t settling ❤✌🏻