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I am LJ. I let my words do the talking. Silence is golden and solitude infinite.


why are men so afraid of women having leg hair???????? women have to put up with ur chest hair and back hair and gross pubic hair and scratchy facial hair all the time and u dont shave that bc ‘it takes too much time’ like…????? ok thanks for ur hypocrisy u dried up sink sponge

What is Freedom? Freedom is being able to say or do whatever you want, without the fear of judgement from others. 

Freedom is the wondrous feeling of being alive, and being happy to be alive. It is like feeling the wind on your sweaty face after staying inside a packed train for almost an hour.

Freedom is hard to come by. And freedom from yourself is the hardest to attain. 

All my life, I knew I was different from other girls. Not just because I liked boy things, but also because I found myself liking girls. I knew it was wrong, and the first time my friends got wind of my unnatural adoration of girls, they would leave me or just make fun of me. From then on out, I just kind of kept it all inside. 

No, I am not a lesbian. I still find some boys attractive… at the same time, I find girls attractive…. In short, I am a bisexual. 

I had a boyfriend before my current relationship, and I had a few sort-of-girlfriends in the past as well. I both enjoyed those relationships. But girl-girl relationships are kind of more comfortable with me, but guy-girl relationships are okay too. 

Anyway, yesterday (April 23, 2014), 21 days before I graduate college, I finally confessed to my college friends about my true sexuality.

I told them about my sort of relationship with Jenina. one of my closest friends. How she was my sort of girlfriend and everything. 

I also explained to them why I never told them until then. About all the anxiety and such and how I feared they wouldn’t accept me. 

But thankfully, I’m blessed with great friends and they accepted me for who I was. And at that moment, I’ve never felt more free in my life.

I felt free. Freed from a non existent cage. Freed from the binds I put myself in. I was breathing freely for the first time in my life!

I’m going to use the word free as many times as I want to in this post because… I. am. FREE.

No. Accepting yourself is never easy. I tried to change and conform to the normal ways of human females, but I was never meant for something like that.

From my experience yesterday, I learned that a person is never really free until one learns to accept themselves and have the closest people to them accept them for who they really are. 



There is truth to stereotypes, but this does not mean that somebody should feel pressured to follow one because it’s what society says they should do. A christian gay does not have to become agnostic. A femme does not have to become butch just to be seen as a lesbian (an issue known as Femme Invisibility). A masculine straight girl should not have to prove that she is straight by becoming feminine!

Stereotypes are not a tool for you to find out somebody’s sexuality or gender identity. 

This is important

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Life is full of disappointments. 


Rubeus Remus Potter. You were named after the only two people at Hogwarts who seemed to give shit about me, because come on who else would I name you after? A verbally abusive dickbag who was in love with my mum and gave me shit all my life and someone who convinced a bunch of children that they needed to be soldiers? What kind of awful aspirations would that make you end up having? Come on son I’m not an idiot…

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