I Just Realized That I Actually Have People Who Care About What I Have To Say. Thank You 2019-isbitingmeintheass,

i have four settings: d&d, ‘the trash man cometh,’ ranibow sprimkle, and dysphoric

Another Venting Poem

Here in the closet, I think / And sometimes I sink / into the void of ink / that is fear and nervousness and so many things. / These things / they feel like stings / from a thousand bees / in my mind, destroying the ease / I hide. / But I hide it. / Bit by bit. / I’ve been in the closet for so long. / I left one, / thought I was done, / but I was wrong. / Now I cry, / ‘Why? / Why did the light catch my eye / from out beyond my reach?’ / Now I feel like I have to hide / deep in side / from all sight / but my own. And I’m scared. What if when I leave the closet / I’ll realize that it / was better inside? / And I wonder. Staring outside / at the sky / wondering why / a rainbow is there. / Is it a sign that people will care / for me? But it’s gone. And the rain / of doubt and pain / and ink / is back and I start to sink / but I scream no! / I will let my face, my colors show! / I don’t want to stay / locked away / where I can only hope and say / maybe one day / it will be okay / to leave. I will make the key! / And everyone will see / who I am! And then I sigh. / Maybe not tonight. / I’m not ready yet. But I’m getting closer.

I have decided to make emoji art 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💛💛💛💛💛💛💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💖💙💙💙💙💙💙💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💖💖💙💙💙💙💙💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💖💖💖💙💙💙💙💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💖💖💖💖💙💙💙💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💖💖💖💖💖💙💙💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💖💖💖💖💖💖💙💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💛💛💛💛💛💛💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖edit: crap. it didn’t work. i’m on my phone

the gay agenda on display for all you guys, gals, and non-binary pals

Gay guys are not here to be your gay best friend

Lesbians don’t exist to be fetishized

Bisexuals aren’t greedy, more likely to cheat, or confused

Transgender people don’t just want attention and it isn’t a phase

Asexuals are completely valid and should be 100% accepted in the lgbt+ community

Pansexual is not the same is bi, nor is it less valid

Demisexuality is not the same as being a “regular” person. It is a valid sexuality.

Non-Binary pronouns are not hard to respect

Poly people are not gross or greedy, and deserve to be happy with their partner(s)

Wow. I just checked my blog to see if maybe one person noticed any of my posts. I come back to what I’m pretty sure is more people looking at my poem than the rest of the posts on my little blog. I was not expecting that, and I would just like to say that I wish I could make the people around me half as happy as you guys made me. Thank you

don’t mind me just experimenting with my pronouns

imma keep reblogging the rough draft story thing and adding more

Card House - Chapter 1 pt. 2

The room emptied faster than if someone had eaten twenty cans of beans the day before. The tall Club took off her helmet, and walked over to Jay. Jay simply tilted their head up a little bit, and smiled. “And to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?” The Club looked down at them with a cold, unamused expression. “I don’t need the sass. I trust you remember me?” “Oh, yes! Captain Tally! How could I forget the time you tried to steal my girlfriend?” Alex tripped, realizing why Tally seemed so familiar. Tally had gotten a pretty drunk one night, and started flirting with Alex. She got way too grabby, and Jay has to escort Tally out. “I’m surprised the bruise isn’t s-still there,” Alex blurted out. Tally flushed slightly, and said “If you’re done with the snarky comments, then I’ll get to searching this place.” “Just don’t search Alex, and everything should be fine,” Jay responded, and started mixing a drink. The other Club started moving towards the stairs in the back, the Heart going for the back door, and the Diamond going for the ‘Employees Only’ door behind the bar.

Poetry

Am I a man, a woman, neither, both or does it change from day to day?/ I honestly don’t know/ it just goes to show/ that almost nothing's as simple as it seems. / I dream of reams and reams/ of stories/ of the glories/ from a throne, from space, from a place/ in another universe./ I want to be free with my ideas. With myself/ But I can’t get them out because I’m afraid./ What will they say?/ Will they tell me to just pick straight or gay?/ Or will I be the target of their hate? Day to day, I worry. I can’t know./ Sometimes everything just sounds like a crow/ crowing “Nevermore!/ For evermore/ You will not be sure/ who your friends are./” I know I got the bird wrong/ but this is getting long/ and I haven’t even started to begin.