Pansexual. It's an adjective, and it means that one is attracted to all genders. Until a year ago I never gave so much as half a thought towards the question of whether or not I was straight. The answer was yes. Over and over again it was yes. But guys are hot. Really hot. How could that escape me? How had I never considered dating a guy? It's in the heteronormativity. You're never told that it could be otherwise. The books we read, the shows we see, and the stories we're taught all tell straight love. It's all encompassing. From the biggest screens to the smallest behaviors from our parents and peers. You never see it until others show you. When I came out, I didn't know about the guilt that would follow. I didn't know about the loss of identity that would come with revealing a part of it. I felt like I was lying to myself and even worse like I was lying to everyone else. It felt so strong at times that it reduced me to a shaking ball beneath my covers.
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