I Love You. Let’s Light Ourselves On Fire
I just want to say that I adore this song title.
keep your friends close, but your enemies closer
like really, very close
so close that you can feel your enemies breath on your neck
and you shiver with hatred and… anticipation?
turn around and look deep into your enemies eyes, letting your gaze drag down to their lips, your eyes intense with desire. push your enemies up against the wall.
make out with your enemies.
your friends, who are still close, are super uncomfortable and kinda grossed out
People see bi/pansexuals as a sexual Schrödinger’s Cat. Until you date some one, you’re neither straight nor gay and you simply exist as a weird in-between state that only exists as an idea and not a “real” sexuality. Date the same gender? GAY NOW. Date the opposite? STRAIGHT NOW. NO OTHER OPTIONS. STRAIGHT OR GAY, SAME AS ALIVE OR DEAD. YOUR SEXUALITY IS DEFINED BY CURRENT SEXUAL PARTNER. THIS MAKES TOTAL SENSE, LA LA LA.