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[–]Socialjustus 6 insightful - 2 fun6 insightful - 1 fun7 insightful - 2 fun -  (0 children)

I've been an active polyamorous slut for the better half of my adulthood. I came out when I was 20, first as a high femme, then as a butch/genderqueer person, and now as a guy who lives in a space I call ~fruity manhood~. Throughout all of this, I've dated folks of many, many genders. Cis, trans, non-binary, etcetera.

It's winter 2020. We are mid-pandemic, and I am one of the chosen queers attempting to find love by dating via FaceTime, masked walks, and intricate pre-makeout pod discussions. I sit on a bench with a cis, white, queer, femme woman at Volunteer Park. We'll call her Kate.

The fucking ludicris nonsense words they rattle off are such a cringe inducing attempt at sounding smart. They are so terrified of sounding stupid, they just make words up.