Lex. Twenty-three. Oregon. Sagittarius. Trans boy. Musician. Queer. Web Designer. Entrepreneur.
All of that and you still don’t get it.
I want someone to really want me. Make a big deal about me, tell me I’m on your mind way too fucking much but you kinda like it. Make it completely obvious that I’m the person you want. Tell me you can’t wait to see me; show me how you feel so I can feel it too.
Make me feel something I’ve never felt before. Tell your friends about me & I’ll tell them about how you make butterflies swam my stomach. Want me as much as I want you.
"Consensual sex" is just sex. To say that implies that there is such a thing as "non consensual sex", which there isn’t. That’s rape. That is what it needs to be called. There is only sex or rape. Do not teach people that rape is just another type of sex. They are two very separate events. You wouldn’t say "breathing swimming" and "non breathing swimming", you say swimming and drowning.
This is a very good point.
like im not gonna applaud you for not posting someones nudes or saying slurs or making fucked up jokes and im not gonna praise you for practicing consent or anything because you should already be doing these things and you dont get a thank you card every time you do the bare minimum
By my feelings, about what I should do. Waited around all day for the universe to give me answer, which it did and now I am not sure what to do. I have half an hour before the last bus to Portland but don’t think I can make it there. Maybe see if someone will drive me tonight. Maybe go tomorrow. Ugh