All over the blogosphere I see posts with titles such as “my fictional boyfriends” and “fictional boy crushes”. I’m pretty sure I wrote one myself not too long ago (although now I can’t find the link, so maybe I didn’t???). At any rate, today I was planning on writing about my fictional girlfriends, but it turned out that most of the characters i’m attracted to in fiction would make TRASH girlfrieneds, so instead I’ve turned it into a date or bang list, since realistically, for half of these characters I’m only looking for a hookup, nothing more.
Today’s post will be drastically different from the entire rest of my blog, because today’s post is about me. Not books, not writing, reading, or authors, but me. I’m not sure why I’m writing this. I’m not sure if I’ll even be able to publish it, but I am feeling particularly brave right now so I have to start writing and see where it goes.
I guess this post has been coming for a while, and pride month sort of forced me to think about it even more than usual. Suddenly, I couldn’t avoid the facts of my own identity online, and this (combined with the fact that school is over and so my alone-time has drastically increased) has led to a lot of inner thought and weird feelings that I can’t avoid but rather would.