I genuinely apologize for how I looked in middle school
and high school
I think I know what’s on your mind
A couple words, a great divide
my sexuality is girls all the time and boys if they’re famous, almost offensively beautiful and completely unattainable so i can attach all my impossible ideals to them and never have to have anything to do with them irl
a few quick reminders:
- that thing you did that was kind of embarrassing and weird, everyone else forgot about that already
- you look fine today, if you can’t notice something on your face standing 6 feet from a mirror then nobody else will either
- if something is out of your…
(￣▽￣)ノ - we don’t talk but hi~
(●⌒∇⌒●) - you fab, senpai
(◕‿◕✿) - you’re cute
o(╥﹏╥)o - you make me nervous
(´ε｀ )♡ - i want to kiss you
ヽ(‘ ∇‘ )ノ - i want to hug you
ヾ(-_-;) - you’re annoying
(>д<) - why won’t you notice me???
(¬д¬。) - i don’t like you, go away
(*´ｪ｀*) - i’m too shy to talk to you…
(´･ω･`) - ((anything you want to say/ask))
Hyrule Warriors → Zelda
As a lesbian I have always been hyper conscious of my physical presence around my close straight female friends.
I have this internal conception that in order to maintain very close platonic female friendships I have to be very restrictive of my physical nature so as to not make my friends uncomfortable. Hyperaware and over-critical at all times. And because female friends are my preference for friends, this leaves me in a near constant state of touch restriction and deprivation
This has consequently expanded to encompass most all of my physical expression. I’m fearful of playful, friendly, and platonic touch, and this fear leaks into my romantic life by making romantic touch (the only touch I permit myself) seem high stakes and tumultuous.
Has anyone else experienced this?
I meant to respond to this for a while, but in short: Yes. Even though I’m out for quite some time now I’m always conscious of my physical presence around straight female friends. I have some cool straight friends and they have demonstrated on multiple occasions that they do not think of me differently than they do of each other, but still that nagging feeling to make myself un-threatening is there.
For me this definitely comes from the many occasions on which straight girls have used my sexual orientation against me, spread rumors, tried to make it look like I’m a pervert, or were obviously irked by my presence, etc.
That really hurt my self-esteem and it just won’t go away. Especially dressing room situations are a struggle, even though I’m old enough to have old enough friends who do not care.