Dust falling, drifting down and i breathe in the particle smell to hid the evidence of excavation. Filling my lungs until I am heavy with your walls.
Smuggling your hurts inside my own until i can find a way to free them both.They leak out when it becomes too much, mineral and salt tearing at skin that only longs too.
My favorite thing is your face.
When it laughs tripped up by an unexpected smile fighting past a thorn of frowns. When i make you feel despite yourself.
Walls crumble and i wonder what will happen when i no longer cry for you.
As an omni-queer person…
(I refuse the term bi since it implies that there are only two genders).
I’ve ditched out on several relationships not just because of the “Oh you’re just confused” or “Stop being greedy and pick one” mind sets and comments but because there’s a greater and insidious problem. This binary expectation.
I’d date women and they’d expect me to play the butch to their femme.
I’d date men and they’d expect me to be the femme to their butch.
But I am not a binary person. In fact, I don’t think most people are.
I don’t like being presented with only two options. I don’t want to pick soup or salad… Maybe today I want chili. But mostly I just want to be me and the second I started seeing this dynamic, this expectation playing out yet again and notice how I subconsciously start to play into it… I take off running.
People aren’t binary.
Even our very DNA shows us that there are more then two options, two pairings possible. So why do so many still cling to this only two-option-role “safety net”? Why don’t more of us throw out the binary expectations and embrace the helix of life?