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Polyamory is HARD [LONG]

Hey skinnies I'm the timeline God abandoned so enjoy the ride, and this has taken me a week to write so enjoy reading all this 

So essentially,, I was in a monogamous relationship for a year and a quarter, which came to an end in March due in part to the events I'm going to detail to you all now:
This all began around summer, when I went on NCS (a program they run for 16-18 year olds in my country) and I found myself attracted to in some degree a new good friend I had made while there. I'd mentioned to my very strictly monogamous girlfriend that I was polyam in the past and had assured her that I didn't need to act on that factor of my sexuality and could happily just date her with no issue. This is what I'd thought and still did at this point in time, so when I crying in her room telling her when I slept over that I liked this girl, my reassurances to her that this would have no impact on our relationship and we'd still always be just us two were in my full confidence. She, as my need to give assrnace would infer, didn't take this news well. Though she assured me it as normal to have crushes on people when you're in a relationship, there was a shift in atmosphere that told me she'd just shut off from me just a little bit, and me being who I am clearly made her a level of uncomfortable your partner really shouldn't. I got over this crush fairly fast, and though me being polyam was ticking away it didn't really start to be a firm issue until I started college.
Now, college brought three main challenges from different angles: Fit Girl On The Bus, my ex partner, and someone we'll call teddy. Fit Girl On The Bus is an entirely lustful crush - when I noticed her butch boldness about three weeks after I started I was overcame with a feeling of pure thirst Ive never haf again. I would (and still do, thiugh she's in the year above me so her chapter will end in june ://) more than enjoy stolen glances on the bus and in the hallways as she went about her day. As I felt this crush growing, I then felt as if I needed to tell my girlfriend, but I knew that given the reaction to a fleeting crush it wasn't going to be good. So, me being me, chose to gush excessively about the whole situation on my private instagram that she didn't have access to. However, when the time came and I couldn't keep it from her anymore (this was about december time), I also gave her acccess to the instagram after a lot of begging on condition that she didn't read down it. This was again a late night emotional converation, and though I can't remember the exact response to it, she did still read down the aformantioned instagram (crossing a major boundary I'd set since I wanted that to be a place I could just have my friends and not her) and depressed herself with me letting this crush off my chest. I felt so guilty about this attraction and being poly in general; it had been plauging me since I realised I was in 2016, and now two years later and nearly a year into a new realtionship I'm beginning to realise that it's an aspect of my sexuality I can't just write off as optional. Looking back these were the seeds of my discontent to do with us and being poly, but at athe time it was still something I felt I could keep to my friends and never let her know about more than the last time.
The next contender on this shitshow of the batchelor is my ex, who is technically an old contender but reappearences always make a show more zesty. This is mainly stagnant feelings, I found it very hard to get over them in the first place and to be fair I'd still think about trying again of they asked, but from arriving at college in september and joining its GSA it was no surprise that they were the ones running it. It was a suprise that after all the history we've had (which is a whole nother post y'all my life is a MESS) that they were acting like a friend I hadn't seen in a while. But, as with fit girl on the bus, I found myself in that bedroom and emotionally telling her about this and she took it even worse than the frist time. This was due to the history we had more than anything and still with the worry I'd leave her for them. I tried to explain that this woudln't happen and that if anything I'd date both of them because I'm poly, but as much as I can remember this was where it left off in the end. Even by this point (Novemberish if my memory serves me right) I could feel the anxieties starting to build and the rifts beginning to form, but we were a 'fix it' couple andalways thought that we'd get through it in the end. Ha. But also, I was beginning to feel even more guilt about what had now become my dirty little secret essentially: I had no private place to vent away from her feelings and issues with that part of me and there was ony so much I felt my friends could take of me going on and on about how I felt about the whole thing, so more than ever it was eating me up inside. 
Before we get onto teddy, I should mention that me being poly wasmthen brought up as an issue in January, and after a decent amount of arguing and her only wanting to take one step when I'd become so trapped I needed to take the next one, I was tehn given permission to flirt around with other people at my own will. No dating and nothing physcial, but flirting was deemed as the first baby step to me possibly being able to date other people. I told her at the time is this jsut delaying the enevitable and that what if I meet someone very quicly (though even I doubted it) but she assured me that we'd deal with it and she'd probably still be comfortable by that time hit.
Now, finally, Teddy. I'd met her the same gig I met my ex at, butunlike her we'd been put in a group chat together and had become pretty decent frienfds immediately after the show when me and my ex hadn't started talking untill after a few months. She was my type from the off but I never let that play into the stronger and stronger (though we didn't talk constantly) friendship I was forming with her. We'd go out every so often and I'd enjoy it, but it wasn't until just shy of a year after we'd met that I caught feelings. With all that was going on this was prblematic to say the least, but by this point shoving things to the bakc of my mind was the go to. Plus she got a girlfriend at some point during this so she definatley couldn't like me, right?
WRONG. 
So this really kicked off a around a month ago, with her rather spontaniously asking if I wanted to see her that day the night before, I roll into the bus station of my home city and meet up with her. We go through her usual routine at that time: meet at the bus station, walk into the shopping centre whil we pick things up we need if anything, then fall into McDonald's where we'd both get something little and share stories back and forth of what's happened in the five or six weeks usually since we'd last seen each other. Things of note to mention here is that at some point between the two events I'd confessed that I thought she was fit, which had then began some jokes at my expense about it, then evolved into jokes about how when she was 16 ____, when she's 18 ______. if only she was a year older ________ (There's a year and a quarter between us, but with where it falls she's two school years between us not one). Most of these as can be inferred was that we'd be dating at some point and both of us were counting doen the days, or months or maybe years until we could be together. For me these weren't really jokes; I'd conditioned myself to think these things anyway to write off my attraction to her because of the school year thing, but as were standing waiting for the food and she says to me in a slighly more serious tone than I was used to 'if I was 16 I'd be all over you' I was optimistacally thrown off before I reply 'and if you were 16 I'd be all over you'. The nex part of our routine occurred as it usually did at around this point in thr evening - my phone is about to die and neither of us have a charger. She offers for me to come back to hers since we both have iPhones so they'd be a wire, and usually I'd decline, but this time for reasons I cannot quite remember I agree, and we make the short walk back to hers so I can get enough battery in my phone to call my dad when I need picking up.
We settle into the back living room (for lack of a better term) of her house, and stick some Queer Eye on while my phone resurrects itself on the table behind me. Then, just like in all the movies, we start to get gradually closer. It starts with me playing lightly with her hair, then little by little she fell into my arms as the Series 1 Episode one played. I didn't realise how much I actually liked her I don't think until now; this was what I wanted all the times I joked about 'fit *teddy*' with my friends, then with her when we were out. But me being a useless lesbian as per I jusified this as completely platonic on her end so I had to be too - I cuddled my friends all the time and this was just that. I was decidely wrong, as proven (in a sfw way just in case) as we were told to move out of that room and went upstairs into hers.
This again starts out pretty innocent, with us I think putting some music on and her just messing on like normal; my only expirence of tiktok is through her doing all the dances and that's how I want it to stay. Then, slowly like the last time, we begin to fall into each other again, in true useless lesbain fashion. Such highlights were me falling down next to her in the bed and looking her in the eyes, just for her to turn away with a 'fuck sake man!' and me grinning and hoping I know the answer while asking what it was, plus the finale of us having a nice full snuggle in her bed while I stroked her hair and she was half asleep on my shoulder. Heaven. But, as goes, I needed to leave hers, jsut to be met by some of the cutest but sad pouts as I peeled myself away from her and started to get my shoes back on. I make some comment about her being clapped while she gets up to see me out, and then w e have the near miss of this week of events We go in for the goodbye hug, standard, but the best way to describe it is that there was a lot of,,,tension in it. Her hand was on my waist, thumb rubbing on the patch of skin jsut above the hem of my trousers, that my crop top was uncovering and I wasn't mad at all, only incredibly useless. I couldn't speak, literally, as I was trying to say 'I'll see you when I see you' but was actually going 'illsseuoywhenisssss'. She asks me what I said and I look at her, try again but by this point it's taking all of my effort not to kiss the fucking stunning girl with her arms all around me. I stop, and time pauses for that moment, then I randomly just let go and go get my coat so I don't do anything I really shouldn't. We walk down the stairs and talk as if it's normal, then I give her a quick hug at the door which rewards me another rub on the waist before I hop in my dads car and assess my life choices.
I then find myself in a rather large dialemma: I cannot just pretend this didn't happen, because it can and probably will start being a regualr thing for us when we see each other, which really won't help things. I also know that with the other problems we were having this could (and in part did) break me and my ex. So, I decide I'll talk about it with teddy first and clear up what exactly she feels about me, then deal with my girlfriend the nigth after I saw her - Sunday. So, that night at definately late o clock I message her, saying how it didn't feel exacly platonic to me and did it feel more than that to her? I wait around for a while to see if she pops up, but fall into bed nervous for what exactly I'm supposed to do regardless of the response in the morning. 
Morning hits, and frankly I'd forgotten about this text I'd sent until I opened snapchat and saw I has gotten a reply explaining how she'd flt it was the same and also had had felings for me for a while now. I feel really good about this revalation, but I couln't tell you more about the ensuing converation as its been lost to a now 36 day streak. I spend the weekend happily flirting back and forth with her as was allowed in my boundaries, and go to meet my girlfriend with a spring in my step and just generally in a good mood. 
This date starts out regualrly, even if I'm on my phone a tad more than usual to talk to teddy. She knows it's going to be addressed today, but as I thought she thinks it'll be once we're both home and we can have time to think about what we want to say. This as you can probably tell isn't what happens: my girlfriend looks over my phone and sees who I'm texting, I tell her 'oh I need to talk to you about her' in passing and she just,,freezes. My big mistake. I then get greeted with a 'I thought this wasn't gonna happen yet', so I make her sit down (I should also mention this whole thing occurs in a rather oversized primark, in the pj section) and try and have a least some of this conversation now. She tells me no and refuses essentially, so I tell her we have it there or we move because I can already tell this date will not go well if we don't. She then starts crying, so I then have to comfort her when I'm already watching my constant of a year fall apart all while an insatiable guilt washes over me.
With some convincing I move her to a quiet green in her city, explain to her that me and teddy wouldn't be together beacuse of the age and would move at a pace she's comfortable with, that my realtionship with her wouldn't change me being with her wouldn't mean I loved her any less, all things I felt that I'd told on occasions where the girl I'd liked for half a year now hadn't admitted she'd liked me back but had been ignored for an ignorance that may have just broke us. She's stopped crying by now, and I've told her all the events of Friday, so I think we're a bit more understood. This converation finishes off with some talk of boundaries and what I want in the end with teddy, which I say she can have time to mull over and get back to me with a response. Finally, we head to Starbucks and finish off our date in a way that's only slightly different than it was before this all kicked off. 
The following week is,,interesting, with most of it being a constant cycle of being built up to fall down. Though me and teddy are trotting along nicely, days with me and my girlfriend will talk normally, just for her to be vaugely sad at me so I have to convince her to tell me which took so much out of me by the tine she did I didn't have the mental energy to deal with the problem, just to have to deal with more and more questions about being poly and teddy that I swore I'd either answered before in different words or she couldv'e found out with one fucking google search, thento be left depressed with all that energy gone and the reminder that she just didn't accept me. On the Thursday of this week though was the next time I was meeting teddy; I needed to buy a mother's day present and with her proximity to the bus station it was a clear ask. After some maybe maybe not thst day I did meet her and go through our similar routine, just to again fall back into her house for most likely a phoen related reason. 
However, it was once we got back there that I created my second and only regret. We'd been cuddling and I'd needed to get up and go to the toilet, so I'd wriggled free of her and went to go kiss her on the head, just for her to meet my lips with hers instead. I kissed her back, so this is in no way her fault, and punctuated with a 'I should not have done that' before I went to the bathroom and panic 
What have I done? Thats cheating thats cheeating Allie what the fuck have you just done? I'm holding onto the hand basin and really assessing my life chioces at this point. I compose myself, decide I cannot tell a soul and march back into her room trying to ignore the shaking in my legs. Then, in a decision that surprises even myself, I start making out with her as she fiddles with her curtians in the mirror. Not my best shout I know, but then the rest of the evening goes along like this, with kisses all over her face and neck and some lazy making out while we listen to music and talk as normal. It's not until I leave hers and I'm back in my dads car assessing my life choices that I remember I really need to talk about this to my girlfriend. So, I tell my friedn who lives on the other end of the country the whole story and that I don't know how to sort this out, safe in the knowledge that she cannot literally square up to me the next day. A conversation with her and a shower later I decide that I'm gonna have to break up with my girlfriend; I'd told her more than once that's what I'd do because I felt too guilty to keep her with someone genuinely unfaithful, so I text her a paragraph explaining shortly what happened, that it would be the end of it or that she'd remind me how shitty it was that I'd done it, but oh boy was I wrong again. 
After some begging on her part I call her, and she answers the phone crying into it, saying she didn't care that I cheated jut that I was ending it and it wouldv'e been allowed in the boundaries anyway at some point so it doesn't even count and that she loves me and wants to be with me. I make the argument that it didn't matter that it might be fine in the future because it's not now and I'd feel too guilty staying with her after all this. We're on the phone for an hour, while the other issues we've had are brought up and highlighted but she wears me down to agreeing ot stay with her so she can sleep that night. I did and still do think her priorites were whack there; I'd betrayed her trust in a masive way and she's willing to brush it aside in a situation where she'd already been more uncomfortable than she'd let on? I didn't like that at all.
The nex day hits, and for reasons I cant fathom I still told my college friends the whole story, including me attempting to break up with my ex and failing. One of my friends finally and very helpfully bullies me into doing it, and is saying to do it now, I tell her  will I will but let me do this thing first, plus I had a lesson now anyway. By this point she's already being vaugely sad and telling me about how she was up until three typing all the things that were wrong or had been, and I ask her to send me the list as I go to lessons, already intending to use this to prove a point. I see that she's sent the message, and have to shit out history until I can go crash into the refectory and deal wih the storm on the line. 
Finally, there I am, surrounded by my friends as I read what was a message about as long as the teddy sotry so far of all these things wrong with us that were upsetting her. I show the length of this message (no contents) to my friends, who are all dumbfounded to be fair, then reply saying that this is what I mean and that we've not worked for a while regardless of last night, so I wish her the best but I'm sorry we're over. But still, she says no, and I spend the next hour trying to break up with her. An. Hour. All the while, I'm sitting with my friends near crying at how much this is breaking me, that I cared about her a lot and all she was doing is making me feel shit for something that needed to happen. By gods grace by the end of that free I'm single, and proclaiming that in a happy mood just loud enough for our favourite fit girl on the bus to hear, who had beautifully sat just where I could see her when I turned to talk to one of my GSA friends. By this point it's over, right?
WRONG.
She then spends the next three hours telling me about how she'd planned all these dates and things for my birthday, and all these things to try and guilt me into changing my mind about all this. I then had to tell teddy that I was single but it wasn't anything to do with her and she doesn't need to blame herself for anything when it comes to me and my now ex. I cried a lot that afternoon and spilling over into the evening, suddenly scared at what a big part of my life had just ended and how dumb  was to let that happen and to do all of that myself. But, I hadn't even told teddy I was upset yet her being her was cheering me up, and once I delved into that not exactly vanilla distraction I'd perked up for the rest of the night - strange, it felt, I'd been upset for longer at much shorter realtionships ending, but more and more I realised that with this being the third time I'd try to do this in three weeks I'd come to terms and had started to move on a while ago. The only difference now is that I didn't need to try and make myself fall in love again as I felt I had to with her; I could finally just be me.

And that's that really for the poly part. There were other reasons we broek up, but this is the one that's become the flagship of it all, and the one that I always felt the most guilt towards. I don't really know what I want to acheive with putting this all out here, apart from maybe just telling the whole story and getting it off my chest. i've been single now for about a month, which is new because I've not went more than this without being with anyone since my first girlfriend in 2016, but really it's what I need, Poly is easier when you're single and I have the chance to actually learn to accept myself for who I am without worrying about someone else's opinion. Me and teddy are talking, and will be until after her brithday so the age gap doesn't seem that bad without explanation (I'll be 17 she'll be 16 at that point), but it's nice being able to go out with a crush and be able to kiss them when I want, and see her look at me through her eyelashes and me be able to let the smile showing my heart melting grow on my face. I don't really have anything to ask of you all as like a 'support' thing, but if any of you all are poly and having some dialemmas I hope this topic will be a place you can come to to see that a) it really could be worse, at least it's not whatver the hell Allie's life is, and b) any other poly/mono people with a solution can help you through your issue. If you actually got this far, which I'd be surprised about, feel free to either leave your opinions on my wild life here or just give me hate mail I get off on that shit (I don't, that's some bottom ass shit).

Y'alls,
Allie 

Re: big bad dysphoric hours, boys n girls

Since I'm not trans I can't help you on the dysphoria aspect, but as someone who has cramps to the point of sickness/staying off collage and the mood swings of someone 8 months pregnant I can try give you some period tips:
-ibruprophen (I cannot spell) and paracetamol work independently of each other, so you can have the max dose of each every day. If you work out the doses from when you get up to have a dose of one every 2-4 hours the cramps should be barley there. If any form of birth control is accessable and won't complicate a later transition take advantage of that 
-hot bean bags are your best friends, and lying on one hot water bottle and one on top of your stomach is a lifesaver
-keep busy when the cramps ease up, you won't notice it so much when they come back. This also helps with the mood swings as youre not so in your own head 
-comfy but presentable clothes will make you feel a lot better than old joggers and old hoodies/t-shirts, so find clothes you feel good in that don't restrict especially your lower torso to improve your mental state while not making your cramp worse 
-sleep as early as you can, the longer your're awake the more cramps you'll get and the less likely you are then to sleep (I trained my body to only cramp when I slept once and those like three periods were the best ones of my life)
-for me at least eating can make things worse so small meals often stop the dreaded hunger/cramp combo while stopping any flare ups that come with eating 
I hope at least one of these helps !!

Re: Motivation (An optimistic ramble? Who knows)

(This got cut off bc I've got fat fingers and I sent it too soon so I wasn't done and the edit feature has helpfully disappeared)

The contrast with now is startling to me in a way. Yes, I still have mocks, and yes I'm still so incredibly stressed about it, but it's different now than it was when I was forcing my way through GCSEs. The one thing I told myself as I did anything but RE was that when I got to my A-levels it would all be so much easier, that I'd be doing subjects I enjoy so comitting it all to memory would be a pleasure, but I still knew in my heart of hearts that I'd then be doing anything other than law (ah the days I thought I could tolerate law).

The thing with it is that I was right, surprisingly. Yes in theory the reigonal differences in America in 1860-1890 and the different types of voting systems used in the UK should make me want to cry, and slightly less theoretically starting at them on my wall does, but when it comes to it I wake up wanting to do it and at the end of the day I do. It was a task pulling out topics on the now 15 flipchart paper sized mindmaps I've done in the last two weeks that I could honestly put as boring. I've remembered what it is to take an intrest in my studies (and why I'm a ravenclaw) and I finally want to suceed for me, not the fear of failure that's fuelled my studies for the past two years.

The human mind, and espcially the minds of chidren and young people, are naturally inqusitive; a fact that many of us seem to forget as we all force ourselves through the school systems. I mention this because many of the people I see on here frequenly are my age or younger, and woth that comes some wisdoms I'd like to impart on anyone who finds themselves reading this, especially so if you're drowing in exam and school stress.

First: when you want to do it, it will get done. It's sounds cliche when I type it like that, but when you want to finish something and see it done well it will turn out as such. I realise now my almost obession of not only passing everything but getting good passes set me up for disappointment in the end, as now all my GCSEs are a flatline, and don't actually show what I'm good at or why I took the subjects I did as I headed into higher ed. It got to the point where I stopped caring about the subjects as individuals, just as one large lump that neeed to add up to a high enough number. I didn't get a single top grade, mostly average or just above, and I felt as if I couldn't really do anything. It wan't until I actually had an invested intrest in the subject I was doing that the As and A*s started to appear; it was the most happy surprise I'd had in my school career. In case it comes across this way, this isn't a way for me to gloat about being good at my grades, just to show that when it comes to it, find what you want and really commit to it - you're better off being really proud of having a two or three amazing grades in subjets you love and a fail, then having all passes but not really feeling proud of any of them.

Two: things will ease up and you will remember the curiostiy of your childhood. At some point, be it next week, month, or year, things will be more managable and the world will be lifted from your shoulders. This is pretty much an 'it gets better' message, but it still rings true. Your life won't always be notes and mindmapping and flashcards and missing out on the things you were so desprate to do but couldn't because you have mountians to climb first. This time last year I was begging my parents to let me go to see panic! and a decent few festivals, but the impending exams were hung over my head like a tonne of bricks. This year I am actually seeing Panic! (if you're going to the UK leg of the tour message me, it's a long shot but I need a buddy) as well as going to the festival I've wanted to go to for years now, and they can push me on through hours three, four and five of my long mindmapping days. Even then, I can find myself relishing in the articles and (especially) documentaries suggested to me by teachers and departments. I'm awaiting now the time to sit down and enjoying the extra information and insight these products can give me, instead of them all feeling like assignments piling up one after another.

Three: finally, choose what you want to do around your subjects when you get the chance to choose them, not your subjcts around what you want to do. The opposite is pushed in main education: find a career and work towards it. That, however leads to the oh so common issue of hating what you're doing but you put up with it because that's the job you want to go into. It may not come as a surprise to find that if you hate law you'll hate being a lawyer, and it'll come back to bite you when you realise it was the extra subject you took becuase the block was available and you're intrested in that you really want to go into. I see too many people stressed and complaining on their social medias about how much they hate what they do even when they chose it themselves, and many of these people followed the narrative of choose one career and work everything around that. Study thr things you love and you'll find youself doing what you love to do. I love media and politics (as much as I hate the gaming set text for the former) and want to spend as much time as I can taking it all in and learning. Those things have culminated in all these essays  I wite on here - I'm finally getting an idea of what I loveand want to do, not what will make me the most money.

So, as the third mindmap falls from the sloped ceiling of my room and my fat fingers make this even more disjointed than I ever anticipated this to be, I leave the skinnies that got to the end of this with my final message: motivation comes to those who wait, not to those who will it. Nurture your passion and it will drive you, and most importantly allow your talents to seep through regardless of what others may say or think as that is the key to happiness, at least while in school 

-Allie 

Motivation (An optimistic ramble? Who knows)

This time last year was...rough looking back. Fresh out my GCSE mocks and at that sweet point of stress where I coudln't feel it anymore- stress diabetes, I labelled it. 11 subjects for 10 qualifacations and oh boy would my demons not let it go if I faied any of them, even more so my dad. Revision was a distant memory and I was off out with my two best friends - the rocks I thought would carry me for at least a large chunk of my life.

My relationship was fresh, my anxiety high and my therapy sessions weekly. 

The contrast with now is startling to me in a way. Yes, 

Political introductions

This forum has been ignored so thought we could start this up with what ppl identify with politically! Only thing would be is that different countries have different parties so if you're gonna put the party you're a member of/would vote for make sure to put if they're left or right leaning to givev people an idea of your beliefs. I'll probably also add some forums about hot button policies, the big political events in (mainly my) country as a foundation for this all. Any more specific topics posted in the forum can also be a chance for education for those who don't know much and a way to share knowledge for those that do.

I just love politics so like this would be real nice if it took off!

but now for the actual introduction 


I'm allie, 16 and at this time I'm a hard left winger, beginning to veer into socialist beliefs. I am also beginning to catagorise myself as an egalitarian but haven't done the readings for me to feel comfy in the label (The Noam Chomsky on my bedside table is also calling to me anarchism but that's a rabbit hole a few down on my reading list). Voting wise I'd describe myslf as a green party suppoter (very left) but a labour voter (as left as we'll get under First Past the Post). As you may have gathered from that I don't support first past the post and a want for a reform to Single Transferable Vote  within my country. 

So that's me politically! Please don't let this floop oops 

Re: tumblr aces vent

Right this gets me absolutely pressed bc so many tumblr aces are lesphobic but preface it with that we're all aphobic so they're allowed ?? Like not only is that not true as a statement but even if it was why would you think that being so cruel back to a group and think you can solve the issue. Don't try to get into this community or be an ally community of it if you're gonna act like this to the members of it, just admit you're homophobic and go

RIP blogs 2k19

Sad about this one tbh lads, but now it's amking me think I should make those shitty essays I wanted to write shitty video essays and put them on youtube, tho I'd need to learn how to edit decently (which I was gonna wait for my media course to catch up with before I considered this) and idk what the appeal would be for it so  _(^.^)_/

Re: new flop acc maybe?

if ur still looking then I'd be up for it oop

Re: Lesbian exclusion

This is a real issue for my community, and something I'm going to make a post about with a lot of detail. It ranges from being roped in with gay men 24/7, the scarse but usually negative representation in the mainstream media, to our posts online being derailed by other groups and making it about them. It's a historical issue that we're unfortunately used to, but with every generation the problem just seems to be upheld, not helped.

Re: What's one "made up" sexuality that makes you mad?

Homo/hetroplatonic always piss me off because it's sexism is disguised as a way to shoehorn your way into a community not for you. If you base your friendships on gender and you only interact/get on with one gender you're sexist change my mind