a short story about myself and me figuring out i was, well, pansexual. why? i dunno, i figured maybe someone out there would like to hear it. heck, they might need it. maybe. i’m also just not hopeful for the future and i’m sure i will perish prematurely, so i just wanted to make this incase i never got to.
BUT ANYWAYS, hey, if you’re closeted or questioning or just unsure or you’re just having a hard time accepting who you are, i just want you to keep on keepin’ on, and be proud of who you are. 💖❤💛💚💙💜
“You know, you’re a really cute girl.” He half shouted, competing with the pounding music of the club.
“Oh, well, thank you, but I’m not. A girl that is.” Before he could ask again, I clarified. “Not a boy, either. I’m just a person. I prefer ‘them.‘”
He looked me over for a moment before nodding.
“Alright, I can dig it. You’re still very cute, though.”