Ever have those days where you wake up and you think “Can I just be a dude today?” Wake up and want dude-pants and man-shirts and pecs not breasts and some stubble and, i dunno, dapper shit like that (also would be nice but not necessary: the ability to pee standing up, making more $$, and i dunno maybe trying dude sex stuff..). But then you realize “curse my XX chromosomes” and just, like, grumpily put on your sweater and no make-up as some weird, not helpful, compromise.
Dude days are totally a thing.
learning how to accept that my attraction to cis men is inclusive to my own queer identity, not an exclusion to it.
i’m done subconsciously erasing part of my identity depending on who i’m with at the time.