No Big Surprise

Howdy, howdy! How’s everyone doing this bright and beautiful June day? I’m still being a bad little writer and have nothing new to share. It’s getting really hard to find things to ramble about on here, so if you have questions or suggestions, they’d be welcome. I would say that I could just switch to book reviews all the time, but I can’t read that fast. Two-ish books a month is the best I can do. Oh well. I guess I’ll just keep coming up with stuff at the last minute. Anyway, since it’s still June, I guess I can do a Pride post. Or whatever. Just a post full of pretty colors, really.

I’ve never once felt the need or desire to come out. However, I’ve also never felt the need to hide my preferences. I’m lucky that way. People either think I’m joking when I make comments about being attracted to people or they just don’t care. And I don’t correct them if it’s the former. Most of the people I care about are in the latter category. They don’t care who I ogle. It’s no ones business but mine. Even the people I’m attracted to don’t get to know because I’m socially awkward and just keep my feelings to myself. As nature intended.

But yeah. I’m pansexual. Big surprise, right? Basically, I get the hots for people regardless of gender (the social construct) or sex (biology). If I find someone attractive, then I find them attractive. That’s all. They don’t need to have specific equipment or present a certain way. I also acknowledge that gender is not a binary, so bisexual never really felt like the right label. Technically, sex isn’t a binary either, but I don’t feel like arguing science with people, so I’m just focusing on gender. If you can’t wrap your head around gender being a spectrum, just make believe I’m bi. I don’t actually mind either way.

A pan flag with a cute little batty! By Evara Hargreaves.

“But you’re perpetually single! I know you like boys because you’re a girl, but how can you know you like girls and other people who aren’t boys?” Honestly? The same way a lot of people figure this crap out. I look at people and get those weird tingles thanks to hormones. How did you know you liked the opposite sex? Have you ever tried anything with someone of the same sex? No? Then how do you know you’re really straight? C’mon, people. You just figure these things out as you go. The first non-boy I had naughty thoughts about was Tia Carrera from her Relic Hunter days (1999-2002, so really the perfect time for me realize boys weren’t the only hot ones). Then, I eventually found boys in skirts and things just spiraled from there. So, gender and sex don’t matter to me. As long as I have eye candy, I’m happy. Personality is important too, but only if I’m actually looking to get to know someone. My social skills are not prepared for actually getting to know people, though. Ah well.

Kaya. They’re gorgeous. And one of my early-ish boy-in-a-skirt experiences.

There. If there were any doubts in your mind about my sexuality, now you know. If this is somehow surprising, you haven’t been paying attention. As always, feel free to leave your thoughts and comments here or on my social media pages! I’ll be back next week with the regularly scheduled book review.

Peopling is Hard

Hello, hello! How’s everyone doing? I’m still stuck in a procrastination rut. I start projects, it goes well for a few days, then I just hit a wall. I try to work through it for a couple of days, but after staring at the same pages for a while, I get disgusted with it and take a few days off. It’s an endless cycle. I need to break it, but I can’t figure out how. So, I decided to try being social instead. Change up the routine. Maybe getting out of my comfort zone would help get the writing muscles going again. That was the hope, anyway. It’s not going too well.

It’s me!

I randomly joined some Facebook groups a week or so ago, mostly for pretty pictures of bats and cephalopods. Apparently, I also decided to join a couple of groups for people who are pansexual and their supporters (happy Pride!), which I never do because… well, people. One of the current fads in one of those groups are those stupid friendship application posts where newbies basically introduce themselves. I don’t do that stuff. I am horrible at peopling. Everyone knows this. I make no secret of it. But I did the thing despite my aversion to socializing.

All of the comments on the post were super sweet and accepting. Yes, I even included pictures. And, instead of being self-deprecating like I usually am, I tried very hard to just say thank you to the handful of folks who said I was pretty or whatever. It was weird. And I admit that I met a couple of people who are cool and I’ve enjoyed our conversations and will definitely keep talking to them. But I’ll be damned if I didn’t get like twenty DMs from douchenozzles (you know the ones, those who expect cyber sex or whatever it’s called nowadays without even attempting to hide it behind getting to know you) who ended up blocked. It totally reminded me of the Yahoo chat days, and not in the good way. Sifting through the asshats to find the interesting people is just not my thing anymore. I’m too lazy for all that. And way too comfortable with being alone (or talking to my current peoples) to make that effort.

Or I can be alone by myself. Either way works.

It doesn’t help that I have a lot of social anxiety. I can’t even make doctor appointments over the phone without freaking out unless I practice the conversation in my head fifty times. Goddess forbid they go off script. And even if it goes perfectly, I still feel like I screwed something up with the interaction. I’m not as bad with text based exchanges, because I can see and edit what I’m saying. Especially when it comes to professional correspondence. That, I have no problem with. As long as I can write it out, I’m okay. I really only have issues with socializing like a normal human being. I know people who I only knew by screen names for the first ten years of our friendship. That’s how horrible at peopling I am. I didn’t even think to ask for names until we’d run into each on Facebook or something. Peopling is hard.

Maybe.

But that’s enough about my lack of humaning skills. I probably should’ve thought of a better topic instead of rambling about nothing. But there you have it. As always, feel free to leave your comments or questions or whatever here or on my social media pages!