Anjel

ART (Intimidating) Brand New World (Digital Art Comic, Mature)

FIC The Spoiling of Sex From Enthusiastic Ignorance (6079, Explicit) you killed me on the moon (4906, Explicit) i just want your extra time and your… (9058, Explicit) The Kisses Don’t Count, If No One Else Knows (41492, Explicit) You Do Your Body Work, I Feel My Pulse Working Overtime (1627, Explicit) Right Romantic Setting (6266, Explicit) Portrait of a Marriage (130627, Mature) Regardless of desire, life hands you who you are (29803, Explicit)

PODFIC Things Worth Paying For (1.5 Hours, Explicit) in chronological order

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Do I really want to come out to my Uber driver?

If mention my fiancee, in casual conversation, what pronouns do I use? Most cishets won’t read “they” as queer, and she doesn’t mind me using it to keep myself safe. She has a gender neutral name. I’m lucky she has a gender neutral name. Cishets hear her name and think I’m engaged to a Christopher.

(I’m safer if they think my wife is to be my husband. I wish that I could give her the same gift, the same cloak of plausible deniability, and I hate myself for it. We are both bisexual; we would both be “gold star lesbians” if not for that inconvenient fact.)

My grandmother, who had for 22 years called me her soul-sister, proclaimed us kindred spirits, disowned me for not being straight enough. My father has not spoken me since he found out I’m marrying a woman.

I live in Chicago. I live in a queer neighborhood and work in a queer industry and visit a queer practice for my medical needs. I can clock other queers like a goddamn rainbow swatch. I eat breakfast at a queer cafe and I feel absolutely aglow when I see a cis-looking beardy dude wearing a he/him/his pin so the man I’d misread as a woman can wear that same pin himself and feel normal doing it.

When I was younger, I made a big deal about how my sexuality didn’t DEFINE me. (Because I’ll find a nice man and settle down and be safe and no one will know. Then it might go away.)

But as I’ve grown older I’ve come to understand that who we love and how we love are fucking important.

It’s not a privilege to be read as straight, it’s an insult.

This isn’t passing. It’s hiding.

The members of the "I am bisexual in every way except canon" club

Me: [angry] Fine, I’ll go to fanfiction! They never let me down.

Fanfiction: [breaks my heart but with more precision and accuracy]