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To start, I'm a Christian, but the actual canon Jesus following kind, which makes me a punk, a freedom fighter, a feminist, a socialist, a supporter of other religions, and a supporter of the LGBTQ+ community.

My role in that community? I am a demiboy, meaning I always identify with being a man, but also always identify with being something else. The something else in question is of course genderfluid because society loves to see me suffer (not God, my God loves me and you even in complicated totality).

Then I'm pansexual, pretty simply, though I end up dating more dudes because despite being AFAB, my life's experience is not very relatable to most women (being raised as an openly queer tomboy made me culturally as close as you can get to being born a boy without being born one).

And I believe, though I'm not sure, that I'm somewhere on the Aro/Ace spectrum in a very specific way. My sexual and romantic attraction are completely separate from each other, leading to having a venn diagram of people I'm attracted to rather than a list. On the left is romantic, on the right is physical, and in the overlap is the 25% of people I've crushed on that end up in both categories.

Needless to say (and implied by being a tumblr user) I'm a former weird kid, now weird teenager. For reference my Kinlist includes Rainbow dash, Sonic, Conner Kent, Nishinoya Yu, Sam Temple, Aren Kuboyasu, and my top kin is a very confusing tie between Bakugou Katsuki and Johnny Cade.

We went riding horses one time and I might be a city slicker but my family is from farm country from family from farm country and there's really not much that I'm not a natural at

So we chased each other through hills and valleys and her laugh cut through the silent countryside louder than any of the tractor engines roaring so distantly cause even though she'd ride ahead we were a unit and she was always close enough

Later that night we were cleaning the stables for a couple dollars and a place to crash and she taught me how to tie the fancy knots that could keep even the wildest stallion from taking right off and I laughed about how the only one I knew by heart was a noose

She was a slow kisser and quick to fall in love but it worked out good cause I'm like that too after eight drinks and three songs and one sweet look my way I was head over heels

We ended up falling asleep in the grass that night under all the stars and I think sometimes that I died there and all of this is just a dream because nothing has ever felt as real or as precious as her calloused hands and the things they whispered

I love you, she said

Without ever opening her mouth

She said I love you