I have a dream...

That when a dk stands at the dungeon entrance and does nothing, my sexuality is not used as an insult.

That when the Alliance is beaten in a bg by the Horde three flags to none they do not claim to be victims of sexual violence.

That when an LFR group wipes on the first boss and half of them leave, the rest don't claim that they were of my sexuality.

I Love <Blank>

Gay

Straight

Bisexual

Pansexual

There's a lot of words to describe one's sexual orientation. But most of them seem to be based not on who we love, but on who we are. And frankly, I find that confusing. Here's why.

I don't know who I am. I was born with a woman's body, and I have identified as a woman for years. Yet something was always just a little bit off with that. It wasn't quite right, it wasn't quite me. And then I finally figure out that hey, I like women! So that makes me gay, right? Well...sort of. Because you see, I don't identify as a woman anymore, not completely. Nor do I identify as a man. I'm neither, something in between with elements of both. So does the word "gay" fit me? I love women, but I'm not quite a woman. The word "straight" definitely doesn't work here. I suppose you could try to shove me into bisexual, but I think we can all agree that's pushing it.

So I think we need a new method of describing ourselves. One that doesn't mean "I'm a woman or a man who likes women or men" but one that simply says "I love <blank>."

Far Far Away

"She passes the days, one after the other
She never sees, she never hears
Counting the hours, her life is a rerun
A series of failures rolled into one

When she was young, she looked to the future
Eyes full of promise heart full of joy
How had the road twisted so harshly
Can these two women be one and the same?

Once she dreamed of romance
Once she imagined she lived in a castle
Once she held the world in her hands
Once was a long time ago
Far far away

How her mind aches, her life's been a hard one
Filled with such sorrow, no girl should know
How her heart aches, she's loved and she's lost
Some say it's better, but she disagrees

Once she dreamed of romance
Once she imagined she lived in a castle
Once she held the world in her hands
Once was a long time ago
Far far away

When she was young she looked to the future
Eyes full of promise, heart full of joy
How had the road twisted so harshly
Can these two women be one and the same?

She passes the day, one after the other
Looking for romance
Far far away"

~Far Far Away by Blackmore's Night

I have not written in nearly a month, and nothing of substance for a month beyond that. I do not apologize for that; after all, this blog, in whatever incarnation, has always been for me, not you. Yet writing is one of my life's purposes. Without words, I wither. So I shall do my best to start writing more.