Getting accused of biopphobia is now the funniest and best thing that’s ever happened to me. That shit is my religion, actually. Biphobia is my religion, and each day I pray at the altar. Here is today’s reading. Bisexuality is fine. I’m fine with bisexuality. I love it, even... I wish I were bisexual myself. Am I right? Bisexuality would be awesome. Wouldn’t it be so awesome to just always be attracted to everybody all the time? that sounds awesome! I’m sure it’s more nuanced than that. I’m sorry to the bisexuals. I’m sorry for lumping you all into one category, thinking of you as a monolith and stuff. Sorry about that. I’m sure the identity is really special and important for everyone. I’m sure we really actually need to be defending bisexual rights right now. Yeah...... that’s the most important thing right now is bi erasure. Lol I get so toxic when I talk about bisexuals.. but no I don’t, this is not toxic, this is how I feel. Let me explain it to you in a way that’s not toxic. I’m sure I’ve already lost most of you. Try to keep up. Sorry. I don’t know where that came from. I don’t think bisexuals are dumb. Shit fuck I’m blowing this. lemme get back into it. I’m saying that sexuality is in the body, it is embodied, it lives in the body. And that’s why when I say that I want to see bisexual women eating pussy and bisexual men sucking dick, it’s not that I’m strictly gender essentialist about it. I think bisexual women can suck whatever they want, as long as it’s on a woman——but you DO have to suck it. That’s all I’m saying. You have to suck the genetalia of a woman to be a bisexual woman, and same goes for a bisexual man. The genitalia... I don’t need to talk about the genitalia. But yes I do, sex is in the body. If you can suck a man’s dick and a woman’s dick, that makes you bisexual. That is bisexuality. That’s what I’m saying. If you can eat a man’s pussy and a woman’s pussy, then you’re bisexual. If you can eat a man’s pussy AND a woman’s pussy..... err, not can. If you WANT to... no... if you DO... if you HAVE eaten a man’s pussy or a woman’s pussy.... AND a woman’s pussy... then you’re bisexual. If you merely think about eating.... well, shit, if I’m using this logic on myself, then I’m not really gay. What’s the last dick I sucked? November? You have to do better than that, bro. You gotta practice what you preach, mama, and you gotta show up for the faggots. You gotta not only show up but for show out for them. And that’s exactly why I do not want but NEEEED to go to ▒ ▒▒▒▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒ tonight. This is how I connect with my community is by going to charli xcx and slayyyter night. When it comes to bisexuality, I want to see praxis. I’m not interested in thoughts, beliefs, crushes, etc. I’m interested in ACTIONS. I want to see particles colliding, folks. I want to see cum shooting out. I wanna see squirting. You gotta prove it to me. You gotta prove it to me, and yes, I am checking. And I’m not taking any further questions. I love being the Paul Walker of bisexual erasure. This is a title I have long held, and I will continue to hold it until the thing I love most takes me down, just like what happepend with Paul Walker. One day I will say the word praxis to a bisexual woman who hasn’t eaten a woman's dick or pussy, and it’s going to be over for me. She could fucking deck me. You never know these days. Biseuxuals.... idk. I’m just like.......... I’m scared of them. I actually am sacared of them, okay? Shit, maybe I am definitionally biphobic. Bisexual people really do scare me, and it took hanging out with a group of them last night for me to realize it...... So that’s on period, for sure. That’s on period, and honestly it was pretty fun and educational. I didn't mind it at all, especially when one of them started flirting with me. I have this innate fear of getting canceled that just doesn't mean anything anymore and which melted off after a little bit of warming up during that dinner. It was eventually awesome, and I had the best time with everyone, including queening out with A▒▒▒▒▒ like that was dope as fuck like I really like that dude he’s kinda my bestie in a sense.... in a sense. Meanwhile E▒▒▒▒ my opp like she hates my ass for sure. She does not want to see me at the gay event tonight. I wonder if her boyfriend is open or if I should attempt homewrecking. Cuz that dude was like.... he was sending me strong ass motherfucking signals last night. I literally could not look at him. It was fucking werid. I couldn’t do it at all...... I couldn’t do it. I had to literally look away. He was destroying me, bro. I had to like..... lmfao. I’m easy like that, though. That’s just my easiness manifesting itself. Yes, I’m easy, bro, yes, I’m easy, but clearly not that easy cuz nobobdy’s gotten my pussy in like three years lmfao. Like really that shit wants to start closing up. What was I even doing that whole time? Why the fuck was I not having sex? I literally don’t know, bruh. I literally don’t know. The reason I say bisexuality and sexuality in general lives in the body is because I had a literal nearly tantric transcendent experience with my middle finger up my butt just now. I was literally ascending to planes that I hadn’t yet discovered. I didn’t know there were still new planes. I literally didn’t fucking know until actually just now when I used language to describe the experience. It was so completely novel that it gives me hope for more novelty in the future. Novelty is pretty freaking awesome. butt stuff I keep putting off messaging this hot guy on hinge, and it’s because I’m clearly not ready. I’m not ready, simply put. I’m just simply not ready. Not if I’m.... just, you know? It’s like, I’m not ready, and I’m sorry to everyone who has been here while I’m on the app but not ready. That’s been a while of just doing that, hasn’t it? And then I think it’s like waitttttt we’re supposed to not even be on the app. The app is the problem, remember? The app is the problem.... ohhhhhhhhh, right.t.t.t..... righttttttt. Right, right, I forgot. No cuz I literally forgot. I need me a boyfriend who’s kinda chopped in a good way like I neeed him to be kinda ugly and yes I’m one of the bitches who likes medium-ugly dudes that’s me you caught me what are you gonna do kill me, sue me whateverrrrr I’m gonna keep going for what’s mine, and what’s mine is this medium-ugly guy on my hinge who I’m too scared to message because what would I even say I’m so nervous I get really nervous around pretty boys like is that my excuse is that wghat would I say like I need to just get off the damn app first like that would be a good fucking start is to actually get myself off the app entirely, don’t you think? like just fully get off the damn app, you know what I mean? just like get off it for real.............. but I wanna take with me this dude on there who’s so fucking hot please. Can I take him with me can I put him in my pocket? And this is where it gets problematic to think through things on your own too much. I’m thinking through things too much when I’m writing, but this is where the mind wanders, and I feel like this is all sort of additional thinking, nonessential thinking, there’s not really anything else that needs to be done, you know what I mean, not quite anything.... so yeah, that’s what I’d say... that’s what I’d say about things... that’s what I’d say.