Wow, anon, thanks for telling me what I am. [/sarcasm]

…You have no right to tell me what I am. At all.

I am Pansexual. My partner(/boyfriend/bedworthy bundlesnuggles/whatever the heck you want to call him) is bisexual.

Our choice to be together does not mean that we are no longer attracted to the same sex/gender (or in my case, any gender), it simply means that we want to be together.

Wanting to be together does not mean we are straight. It just means we care about each other.

Understand?

Hiya anon!

Well, I try. It’s hard when I’ve been socialized a certain way all my life, but that’s really how I believe I (and everyone else) was meant to love.

Thanks, glad to entertain! I am excellent at rambling.

Thank you for the internet hugs! :) I love internet hugs. ^_^

1. My sexual orientation is pansexual. That means I reject gender binaries and try to view people as individuals, rather than feminine or masculine. It means I like and am attracted to people who identify as female, male, androgynous, unspecified, queer, and none of the above. I try to view people as people.

7. My favourite book. GAH, I can’t pick one! I recently read Kissing The Witch by Emma Donoghue and really loved it. I have loved the Harry Potter books since I first read them as a child. I love The Hunger Games a lot. I love Shakespeare and Sherlock Holmes. I like graphic novels and anime. My favourite graphic novel series is SCOTT PILGRIM VS THE WORLD by Brian Lee O’Malley (who is CANADIAN!). I like a little bit of everything: detective, speculative, feminist, adventure, queer, action, romance, sci-fi, fantasy, the works. It really depends on the mood. Recently I’ve been reading re-appropriated fairy tales and feminist speculative (science fiction and fantasy) books because I’ve just finished a class on it. :)

…I rambled a lot. Hope that explained my reading habits!

31. If I won the lottery, my parents could retire, get the antique Rolls-Royce they always wanted, and finish (if that’s possible!) the upkeep of our old house. My sister could do more travelling in Africa. I could use some to fund the theatre company I’ll be running with my friend—we work with young offenders using the arts, encouraging them to create and feel safe in our workshops. I could give some to Anna for Dragonfire Players. I’d buy a house in Edinburgh. I’d establish scholarships for university students looking into drama and social justice. Id travel more, go to all the countries I’ve never been to but want to go to (there’s a long list). I’d like to donate to social justice causes I care about, but I’d have to be careful that the money’s actually going to the group in need rather than employees or operation costs. Maybe I could start my own program? And I suppose I’d put it away to gather interest for the future. I mean, I’d like to think I wouldn’t let it get to my head, but I can’t really predict that.

…Wow, that’s a long list! Let’s hope the lottery’s a few million, eh? =P

40. Most Traumatic Experience of my life? I’m torn between the physical violation of the sexual assault that I survived and the emotional hurt of the 3-and-a-half-year-long-relationship I was on. It’s horrible that I’m comparing the two, they aren’t really comparable, but both instances, someone I had trusted for years used, violated (physically, emotionally, mentally, sexually) and abandoned me. I am much stronger now and I have so much self-love and self-respect, and I know that I am a former-victim-turned-survivor because they were NOT my fault, but both of those things make me so angry and hurt. It makes me angry that people do such horrible things to each other. It makes me hurt that they happened to me, because I only every want to be kind, supportive, and respectful to others. I mean, I’m definitely not perfect, I don’t always succeed, but NOBODY deserves to be treated the way I have been.

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I hope that doesn’t ruin your night. You asked. I answered. Ending on a rather dark note there…

I’m very flattered, Marvin, I know how life depresses you.

Stay golden, ponyboy!

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Never ever, Charlie. You’d kick it every time.