I hate how paranoid I’ve become. I often like to blame drugs or my own lack of sanity for this but I know it was you. It’s not fair you get to move on with your life and I still wake in the middle of the night thinking about it. People have literally laughed in my face when I tell them what you put me through, but I laugh too at the thought that you actually believe you are right. It’s absurd that I can’t be alone at night without being afraid. I no longer want to dedicate any of my life to thinking about you, yet I have the image of the rage in your eyes burned into my memory. What bothers me most is how vulnerable and trusting I was with you and how badly you violated that so much so that you managed to twist a knot in my stomach of fear and hate. Part of me will always wish you and I never met.
I’m sick and tired of hearing these women call themselves feminist and still use gay as an insult. Really? how ass backwards can you be…
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I have developed a crush on a guy….this hasn’t happened in ages! It’s awful because I work with him so I catch myself constantly checking him out. More than once he’s been very close to me and we make eye contact and he just smiles it makes me melt! I haven’t liked anyone like this in years! I just want to kiss his face and feel his body against mine. His demeanor is so hot it’s a mindfuck. I wish he would cross that line and make a move, but I know he won’t because of work. It’s kind of tripping me out because as much as I say I only want to fuck him I can see myself falling for this guy. Shitty part is almost no one at my job understands that I’m not a lesbian I’m queer so he just thinks I’m never gonna go for a guy especially not him. Laaaaame!
Hannah Hart, photographed by Robin Roemer