“Y/N?” Jim called when he entered your shared quarters. He checked the rooms but there was no sign of you. With a frown he tried his communicator but you didn’t answer, he went to the next best thing and called Bones.
I’d like to point out, if Jim and Spock were a man and a woman instead of two men their relationship would be considered one of science fictions greatest love stories. But because they’re two men and we live in a toxic, heteronormative society people who think they’re in a relationship are considered horny fangirls.
I don’t care about straight stories. I don’t have time for your straight ships. I just don’t. I’m surrounded by them and bored by them and I want to see stories about me and my community. I don’t have time for one more. I don’t care.
I don’t care about stories where straight people fall in love. I barely care about stories where straight people do anything else. I. Do. Not. Care. And I’m not going to waste anymore time or energy on straight people’s stories.