So, I get that it’s different strokes and all that. But small towns are where I was branded a freak. Where I had no escape from that because there were only 2,000 people in the town so what other school were you going to? Where they wrote the name they called me in the side of my house with shaving cream that burned through the paint and left a jagged scar that taunted me every time I came home.
It’s always going to be the place where a smart, scared, sad little 11-year old girl sat on the side of a white bathtub trying to work up the nerve to use the only escape she could find.
For some people they’re comfort and familiarity. For me, they’re places where anyone who’s different is isolated and bullied.
And sure, that’s a lot of my own baggage. But it’s a pretty common experience.
I think the whole “lesbians vs bisexuals” thing is fucking stupid and people on both sides need to realize that other LGB women aren’t the enemy, BUT it does bother the hell out of me when I see bisexual women doing everything they can to make sure everyone knows they’re TOTALLY NOT GAY. Like, I get that erasure sucks and being read as something you’re not sucks (people always think I’m Straighty McHeterosexual, I get it) but if you’re so desperate for people to know that you’re absolutely totally not gay or if you flip out over the terms “gay relationship” or “gay marriage” being applied to a same-sex relationship…maybe consider why you’re so opposed to being categorized with gay women.
If I ever seem arrogant or anything like that, please know I’m joking 100% I have zero self confidence and I sometimes pretend that I think im dead cool and awesome because I’m actually terrible so it’s mildly funny