You’d think I would realize how bisexual I was by the time I was a at my late teens watching death note and I looked at Misa Amane greeting Light at home while wearing nothing but a corset and panties and said, completely unfiltered “whoa, I would kill to be received at my home by this cute woman wearing only a corset and panties”
and upon seeing Light not give two shits about it I said “I would kill this man solely on the grounds of ‘he didn’t compliment his girlfriend’s looks nor did he even gave her ass a nice squeeze, your honor’.”
And I legit spent the rest of the day thinking about how I would love to place Misa on my lap and ask her how her day was and dote on her and wine and dine together before I let her take me to her room and rail me senseless.
And, I shit you not, I carried on with my life just thinking to myself: “ah yes here I am. A straight woman. Just thinking about dating, loving and being fucked by another woman. Just another day in my straighty straight life. Mm-hm!”
Heteronormativity is such a hell of a drug.
