#fucklabels

[d1scoc0wg1rl]

i can't even see me

[moonlight-breeze-44]

Labels.

Strap in laddies, because your girl’s about to shoot her mouth off.

So, labels. Those pesky little things that everyone is just so excited to lay on themselves or others around them. Now, mind you, I have nothing against people who use labels - I use some labels myself. For instance, I label myself as a lesbian. That’s the identity that I’m comfortable with. But WHAT TYPE OF LESBIAN ARE YOU?! ARE YOU BUTCH? ARE YOU CHAPSTICK? ARE YOU FEMME? Here comes the world, ready to try and make me label more about myself. But here’s the thing: I won’t. I don’t. “I am a lesbian” is as far as I will go into my sexuality. Because you know what, I’m just going to say it: The term “lesbian” means something different for every single person that uses it. I am a lesbian. Does that mean that I’ve never watched porn with dicks in it? No. Does that mean that I’ve never dated a guy? No. Does that mean that I’ve never felt some semblance of attraction towards a male? No. What it does mean, for me, is that I like girls and I know, in my heart, that I will marry a woman someday. It means that I don’t feel much romantic attraction towards boys at all. They’re simply not for me. But girls? Oo-hoo, cut my hair short and slap me some stereotypes, because MOM, I’M GAY! 

Lesbian is one label that I use for myself. But other parts of myself, I won’t label at all. For instance, my music taste. I listen to My Chemical Romance and Panic! At The Disco and Fall Out Boy, but I don’t identify as “emo” or “alternative” because I also listen to Troye Sivan, Taylor Swift, Hamilton, and Luke Bryan. And simply because I don’t want to. My music taste and the way I dress doesn’t conform to a particular stereotype and that’s the way I like it. Some people do identify as these labels and that’s okay. 

When you try to label someone or label yourself when you don’t want/need one, it can be frustrating, challenging, and super confusing. When I first discovered that I liked girls, I immediately tried to slap a label on myself. Because of that, I went through about six months of just trying to figure out what the hell I was. I was bisexual for a month and a half, I was homoflexible for a few weeks after that, and so on and so forth, before I finally discovered that “lesbian” is the term I feel comfortable with. And I’m glad for that label, because it helped me to understand myself and it helped my school to understand me when I came out. But what if I had never found a label that I felt represented me? What the hell was I to do then?

Well, some people just don’t use labels. Is there really anything more you need to know about a person’s preference than “I like you” or “I don’t like you”? How they feel is NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. So what if someone doesn’t want to use labels? It’s their goddamn choice. So stop calling people things that they haven’t specifically told you that you can call them, alright?

Stop calling people “gay” or “emo” or “goth” or “nerd”. Stop telling people what they are. Stop dictating what people can and can’t be and GET OVER IT. Not everything revolves around you and you don’t need to know every aspect of how someone feels about themselves. So she’s straight. So she’s gay. So she’s bi. So she’s someone that doesn’t want to fucking label herself. WHO THE FUCK CARES?! IT DOESN’T MATTER. PEOPLE ARE WHO THEY ARE, AND THAT’S IT. 

Let me say it louder for the people in the back: PEOPLE ARE WHO THEY ARE. 

Love is not a choice.

Gender is not a choice.

Likes and dislikes are not a choice.

Traits are not a choice.

The only thing that’s a choice here, pal, are your actions.

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[misavlzgmz]

"Si me hubieran permitido elegir, no hubiera elegido ser homosexual, ni heterosexual, ni bi, ni trans, etc; hubiera elegido ser..."

Misael Vélez Gómez

[resipol]

don't care

[your-local-goblinn]

How do you feel about bi guys?

Your sexual preference has nothing to do with the way I see you. How you treat others and your personality is. Dont be a shitty ass person and I'll like you.

[queer-bebe]

Why I hate labels

Honestly.

Ever since I was a wee little lad I had a curiosity that filled my soul. I liked girls and boys from time to time. Now I never really really cared about labels and titles until high school. Everyone had their sexuality figured out or almost anyways. I was not sure at ALL.

I told friends I was bi, I told people I was straight I told people I was a lesbian and pansexual. I was SO confused with my sexuality for honestly my entire life.

Then I dated a man for 4 years which I can say I hated them so much but I truly loved them in many ways that helped me grow. I knew I liked girls though and I started dating one shortly after my relationship ended.

Before this happened I had disclosed to many people I was pansexual and I was unsure of this term. Then like all happy ending I met this beautiful person. She filled my heart with love and she cared about me in many ways no one has ever done before.

Then I tell people I’m a lesbian. Why? I have zero idea. Maybe I was confused. Maybe I just couldn’t figure my sexuality out just yet and I needed that safe label to avoid further confusion.

Now I date this babe and we get engaged and shit is LIT. We have our moments and it even was hard for a long time. Slowly things started to get tense. I felt something was off....then she comes out to me.

My fiancé wants to transition.

I’m shocked. Confused. Scared and have no idea what to do.

I slow my brain down and reassure myself that labels are bull shit. Labels suck.

I never even fully understood my sexuality until my fiancé came out to me. Without their bravery I wouldn’t of been confident in myself.

People can tell me they think I should leave, or that I was a hypocrite to the lesbian community. I say fuck y’all. I love this person for who they are. I’m excited for this amazing new chapter.

Fuck societal norms. Be you and be true.