As a member of the Oregon Trail generation, I can report that a couple of years ago I made a list of all the things that I was expected to not do when I was a cishet little boy and was afraid of being labeled “queer.” The list of forbidden activities included, but was not limited to…
Singing
Dancing
Reading
Wearing bright colors
Taking too much care of my appearance
Hanging out with girls
Expressing emotions other than anger
Being in plays
Avoiding violence
As an adult I’d describe myself as… like a one or two on the Kinsey scale, but honestly much happier now that I’ve recognized that heteronormativity is a horrible fucking prison. Wearing bright colors is fun, I love who and what I love, David Bowie is attractive, and I’m no longer pretending otherwise.
I briefly got into crocheting and a friend made fun of it calling it gay.
Motherfucker I’m wielding a long ass standby thing and am stabbing the sheared fur of an animal to forge it into a scarf. Do you really want to get into an argument with me now?
As a member of the Oregon Trail generation, I can report that a couple of years ago I made a list of all the things that I was expected to not do when I was a cishet little boy and was afraid of being labeled “queer.” The list of forbidden activities included, but was not limited to…
As an adult I’d describe myself as… like a one or two on the Kinsey scale, but honestly much happier now that I’ve recognized that heteronormativity is a horrible fucking prison. Wearing bright colors is fun, I love who and what I love, David Bowie is attractive, and I’m no longer pretending otherwise.
I briefly got into crocheting and a friend made fun of it calling it gay.
Motherfucker I’m wielding a long ass standby thing and am stabbing the sheared fur of an animal to forge it into a scarf. Do you really want to get into an argument with me now?