I'd much rather just be "human."
I wish I didn't have to be heterosexual, homosexual, or bisexual,
and just simply be "loving."
Rather than Indian, Asian, or White,
couldn't I just be "alive?"
There's so much that I can be, that sometimes I can't seem to put it all into words. And the need to verbalize myself, pidgeon-holing myself into neat little categories, just makes me so much more confused on what I actually am.
And it has long been established that the shortest path to my heart is genuinely through my stomach. So sad, yet so true.
I mutilate cookies. RAWR!
I don't know where else to keep a list of artists I want to buy art from:
It's not "bisexuality." It's "opportunistic loving." Duh.
If I offend you, it probably wasn't intentional, but I'll pretend it was.