The Electronical Rattle Bag:

Queeries

So, last night after I posted a few comics about misconceptions about sexual orientation people seem to have/experience, I got about 50 messages in my inbox. At least. I’m not kidding!

I want to get to them all, but I can’t promise I will.

Just know this - whatever age you are, you don’t have to put a label on what you are or what you like. If you want to, that’s okay! It’s perfectly normal to want to identify with a group. I’m just saying it isn’t necessary. You don’t have to be bisexual or gay or straight or asexual or any of a thousand other identifiers. You can just be you. When it comes down to it, it’s only really important to the people you’re choosing to share it with. Who that is, well - that’s up to you.

You don’t have to come out if you’re not ready. You don’t have to tell your parents if you’re afraid of their reactions. It’s your business. You don’t have to decide your sexuality and write it down in permanent marker if you’re 16, or 30, or 78! Just be you, do what you like with people you trust who treat you with respect, and try not to hurt anyone in the process. Don’t freak out if you become attracted to someone you’re not ‘supposed to’ because of how you identify. It’s okay! Really. You can identify as a lesbian for years and then become attracted to a man, and that’s not wrong. Sexuality is fluid and sometimes unpredictable! Don’t beat yourself up over it. If someone asks you ‘what’ you are, it’s your choice whether or not to tell them. It’s perfectly legitimate to say you’re not sure, or unwilling to share that part of yourself.

Be nice to others, but for goodness’ sake, be kind to yourself.

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January 09, 2013, 6:51am

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“Pleasure and pain at once register upon the lover, inasmuch as the desirability of the love object derives, in part, from its lack. To whom is it lacking? To the lover. If we follow the trajectory of eros we consistently find it tracing out this same route: it moves out from the lover toward the beloved, then ricochets back to the lover himself and the hole in him, unnoticed before. Who is the subject of most love poems? Not the beloved. It is that hole.”

— Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet (via foxesinbreeches)

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January 06, 2013, 6:51am

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“Your hands on my hips, my fondness for complicated goodbyes, your looks across the table, my inability to make it up to you, your questions on what I thought of your work, my preoccupation with someone new, our willingness to leave one another alone and unsafe.”

— Katie West

Tags: katie west lit writing love

January 04, 2013, 8:34pm

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