#pansexual
He is unattractive.
Or is he?
For one can be found alluring by a person
But ugly to another
Or maybe it isn't recognized at all
Person one
May find attractiveness in his smile
His eyes
His nose
His ears
His fingers
His mouth
And his personality
And will love those features so much
It outshines the others that aren't handsome...
By stereotype
Person two
Is not interested
Person two does not find interest in
His Smile
His eyes
His nose
His ears
His fingers
His mouth
Nor his personality
It's not their type
They don't feel it's necessary to associate with that person
An whether they say it out loud or mentally
They find him unattractive
And then there is Person 3
A demisexual or pansexual usually
They don't see him by his physical qualities
But by his internal
What they feel
How they react
What they understand
His humor
His respect
His kindness
His eccentricity
And will love those features so much
It outshines the appearance
It's natural for them
It's hard for them to see flaws in that man they love
Nothing is wrong with the man.'
Just 3 Sets Of Eyes
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 1:01 AM UTC
I want to come out.
I want to walk out and slam the door behind me
with whatever variation of a rainbow flag
billowing in the wind as I walk past.
I want to be out.
I want to be me and do so shamelessly
without fear of judgement or dislike
from people who may disagree
I wish I was out.
But I don't even know what I am
I want be yours and yours alone,
but there's no flag for that
I wish I was yours...
you have my mind and body and soul
but I'm just here on the side,
because you are still hers.
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 10:12 AM UTC
Dear ex-boyfriend,
I'm sorry you had to go.
It wasn't fair, but I understand.
Your happiness was just as important to me
as my own.
Dear ex-boyfriend,
I hope you're doing well.
Never will I wish ill upon you,
no matter how much I wish I hate you.
Dear ex-boyfriend,
I'm crying on the floor.
My sadness is a black hole trying to **** me into myself.
I miss you.
Dear ex-boyfriend,
I'm wearing the makeup that you hated.
**** you.
I do what I want.
Dear ex-boyfriend,
You gave me hope that you would come back to me.
Don't.
Dear ex-boyfriend,
I realized that I never needed you to love me.
I realized that I was right here to do it for you.
Dear ex-boyfriend,
I look back fondly on our time together.
I will always love you.
But you left, and please never look back.
Dear ex-boyfriend,
One day you'll find a girl better than me.
I hope she makes you happy.
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 12:24 PM UTC
It’s an illusion
For someone to drag you
Out of your confusion
To watch you smoking
And find it amusing
It’s an illusion
Your soulmate
The perfect half
the one to wipe your tears
And draw a laugh
It’s an illusion
To find someone
Who doesn’t want to change you
Accept you as you
Just you
Without making of you, someone new.
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 2:03 PM UTC
Before
In a time I can't remember
There was nothing but dark
Then you arrived
A sun to light up my world
Water to keep me alive
You were sweet like honey
With the right amount of sour
To keep things interesting
I made a mistake
I told you who I am
You may be supportive, sure
But you'd never change
For someone, you claimed to love
I was tossed aside
While you ventured out
For you next conquest
How could you
Someone as broken as me
Break me even more?
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 1:06 AM UTC
I am a woman
I am a woman
who loves women
who loves men
I hate that I get confused
I hate that I act differently
depending on whom I’m with.
My name is Mayara Deo
I have a shaved head
I wear man jeans
I spread when I sit
And I rather prefer to be called masculine
than feminine
Still
I love my female body
I feel **** in bikinis
I feel **** in boxers
But I feel observed
preyed on
& harassed in bikinis.
I am a woman
I do have a ******
Still
I hate being told that I am not a man.
I hate that I still confuse
my identity
my sexuality
my being
for the sake of society’s expectations of
of whom I should be.
I crush on guys
I crush on girls
I have loved a man
I have loved a woman
And if one day
I love a person
I hope to marry them.
I hate labels
**** stereotypes
And
I ******* hate that they’re ingrained.
I hate not being considered
stable
sure
a manly-woman
a womanly-man.
My name is Mayara Deo
I am a person
And I want a person
to fall in love with my mind.
I don’t care to bear children
I do want kids
I want to always have a career
I want to care for my home.
I want to be seen as an equal
I want to feel comfortable
wearing a suit on date
with a man.
I want to feel comfortable holding my girlfriend’s hand
For I want to feel valued
as myself.
**** all men
**** all women
who choose to not understand
why I feel so confused:
It’s because of you.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 7:17 AM UTC
I know who I am
And I'm not sorry for that
What's troubling is where your head is at
Who cares if I'm with a woman or man
Whether or not they have a **** in there pants
What matters is how our souls attract
How we fit like a puzzle with no doubt that we match
Its not like I suddenly changed
Its still me not a creature so strange
I understand its not something you planned
I am who I am
And I can't change on your command
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 10:36 AM UTC
I wrote my life in vain as it has
always been that way
I just was looking for less pain so I did things to go numb
I know I was dumb as I knew what was going to come
I sat on the edge of my bed inhaling to relieve my pain
I really thought this time things were not going to end up the same
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 12:49 AM UTC
I drew the word "pride"
But it's the Pan flag.
Underneath it it's the same
But it's a trans flag
I couldn't draw a demiromantic and/or a genderflux flag with chalk.
Now we wait for my parents to see
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC
I am Pansexual
No, that does not mean i am romantically or sexually attracted to kitchenware.
It means, simply, that:
I like boys
I like girls
I like everything other and in between.
I will support you and love you
No matter what you want to express yourself as.
You do you.
You are amazing.
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 12:13 PM UTC
i dont care if you're
purple with scales on your cheeks (all of them)
with green and red eyes
turquoise toes and burgundy feet
i dont care if you're
fingers are nonexistent
and your left hand shakes when you say "grocery store"
i would still love you even if you
had claws for hair and a
twenty-three foot hairy, green
tentacle hanging between your legs.
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 11:29 PM UTC
What's the deal with binaries?
Such pinhole lens.
If you feel wrong, then,
ask yourself, Who's standing
in my salt circle?
What's the deal with sorting hats?
So limited.
If you feel out of place,
ask yourself, Who's speaking
to my lowest disgrace?
You knew as well I as I did
this catalytic event would happen.
For only so long, can you grind
your face in the acceleration,
before you ****
with the aperture, then what?
Great opening, come to closing,
Let's love.
Great opening, come to closing,
Let's love.
The alpha myth dispensary, dead,
I see you running free, safely packed.
Mr. Wolf, I want some of that!
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 9:06 PM UTC
the first time i held hands with a girl
my heart raced faster
she was my best friend
she came over to my house
we sat outside
under a blanket
and our fingers were intertwined together
back then, i didn't know what sexuality was
the first time i knew i liked a girl
was in 8th grade
she had dark brown hair
then cut it really short
she was so beautiful
it was hard to breathe
it was only a silly little crush
the first time i kissed a girl
was on a dare
we were talking about kissing
and i said
"i've always wanted to kiss a girl"
and so we did
and every time we saw each other
we kissed
it was a fun silly joke
the first girlfriend i ever had lasted only a week
but we held hands at school
and we really liked each other
but i was too afraid
the first time i knew i was really into girls too
was in a grocery store
and a good-looking guy walked past
but i didn't really feel anything
this girl was walking behind him
and she smiled at me
and my heart raced faster than it ever has
the first time i asked a girl out was this year
it didn't end well
but it's not really that hard
to ask a girl
if she likes girls too
and i knew i could do it again
the first time i knew i wanted a girlfriend
wasn't too long ago
i just wish i had the nerve
to ask more girls out
and just have fun
before i started the rest of my life
the first time i knew what sexuality was
i knew there was always something different about me
and i figured it out later on
i'm pansexual. deal with it.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 5:04 PM UTC
According to A: There’s no way I can be straight because I’ve dated a girl.
According to B: I’m way too straight to ever be in to girls.
According to C: That one girl I dated was just a phase.
According to D: It was just “experimentation” or “curiosity” totally natural.
According to E: I’m the token straight.
According to F: I’m to pretty to be into girls.
According to G: I don’t even look like I could be gay.
According to H: I’m just saying I’m not straight for attention.
According to I: My feelings don’t mean anything.
According to J: OBVIOUSLY I’m bisexual, why don’t I understand?
According to K: I’m just easy.
According to L: I’m only pretending to be into girls for male attention.
According to M(e): ….
What about according to me?
clearly everyone else’s opinions are the only ones that matter when it comes to my ****** preferences
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 1:19 AM UTC
Do you remember when you thought you loved me?
The confused expression on my face must’ve been disheartening
I didn’t understand
You were so beautiful
So smart
So absolutely amazing
I was just a girl
Riddled with scars
Afraid of failure
Already burnt out
It killed me when I realized
You weren’t in love
You were exposed to so many unattainable expectations
It wasn’t love
It was hope of love
Hope of at least meeting expectations
You were already flying above expectations, my dear
I love you
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
What is the cost of loving you, sir?
A slap, or two, or three or four?
Even more than that
If I tip my hat
Can we make that none?
What is the cost of loving you, dearie?
I can see you're asking for quite a lot of money from me.
Can we make that none?
What is the cost of loving you, Ma Chérie?
Another lover, but one who I think
Is not your lover?
Can we make that none?
What is the cost loving you, sweetheart?
You're not so sweet I see
If you want to beat me
Like eggs in a cup
Shattered, bleeding
Can we make that none?
What is the cost of loving you, handsome?
Some hate, not from you.
But from bystanders.
Who
Seem
To
Be
Unable
To
Shut
Their
Mouths
To
Stop
Pouring
Out
Hate
Towards
Us
Over
Nothing.
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 4:08 AM UTC
I came out as pansexual.
I felt like being specific,
which is not unusual.
No one turned their head,
no one batted their lashes,
and that was nice.
I did it for those too afraid to be different,
those wondering if it could look normal.
It can,
and it is.
You can be quiet,
read books,
take naps,
and love your mother.
Sexuality is within and without.
It can follow the rules or break them,
and it can be as boring as vanilla ice cream.
You can scream it from the mountains,
or whisper it to the passing breeze.
But it is for you to cherish.
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
My best friend Straight
Is the girl who lives next door
She's who every girl adores
And the boys?
Well they want more
Sometimes I wish I could be her for a day
And not hide beneath my clothes
That I could be who I was
And not fear the words untold
But then I guess
I'd face her problems too
Having well thought out dreams
And being told that's not what a girl should do
And besides I should embrace who I am
Yell it to the world
I should reach inside my soul
And throw it to those left untold
And if they don't get who I am
I'll say I could love everyone you see
Not for their looks
But for their personalities
And if they ask my name
I'll stare deep within
I'll say I love everyone for who they are
You can call me Pansexuality
Then once my truth is out
I'll fly high above the skies
I'll love so deeply
It will make grown men and women cry
And my best friend Straight
Will finally get to see
Everyone I love
And every single piece of me
----------------------------------------------
This is who I am
Every tiny bit of me
If you don't like it
Than you're not seeing what I see
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC
my favorite story from mythology is how humans were originally four-legged and four-armed, with two heads and two faces. zeus; the almighty, the destroyer, the supreme god above all gods; feared these abominations and split them, sent them all around the earth, and condemned them to spend their lives searching for their other halves.
when love starts to sound more verb than textbook, i find that the faces don't really matter. all the private parts and stereotypes blur together; it took me years to put a word to it. do you know how that feels. to wonder if something is wrong with you because you like both, and it's not even about the fingers or the skin; it's about why they have freckles in the first place or what makes them want to bite their nails.
zeus, the most powerful of them all, knew what was going on way before all of us. there's a reason soul mates are called "soul" mates. it's more than anatomy. it's more than knowing what fits where. there's power in love that is blind to the puzzle pieces of relationships that has been shoved in to our hands since we were children.
this is what zeus was so scared of. that one day, we might learn that underneath this disguise is the one thing we shared as beasts that could have brought the king of olympus to his knees. four legs and four arms; two faces, but one heart.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC
I'm lesbian so what
I'm gay so what
I'm bisexual so what
I'm ******* transgender so what
At least i know who the **** I am
I'm pansexual so what
I'm ******* me
I'm myself
If you don't like it
I love it
If you don't care
I cherish it forever
If you hate me
I love you
I'm LGBT
Who the **** are you
Hahaha
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 7:58 AM UTC
I still support you
Through your ****** fluidity
Through your gender fluidity
Through your wavering confidence
Through the harsh, silencing glances
Through the whispers and rumors
I still love you
And I won’t ever stop
Not to appease our doubtful peers
Or unsupportive family
Please don’t forget me
Please don’t forget the tender embraces we’ve shared
Or the forbidden kisses we hastily exchanged
Under the cover of night
I love you
Don’t forget to love yourself
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 6:48 PM UTC
I like women
I like men
I like everyone in between
I like people
I like personality
Where do I fit in?
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 7:33 PM UTC
Mind wonders all the time
About the curves defined by glowing silk
Soft as clouds and sweet as summer rain
My fantasies loom in my clouded mind
Distracted by lust and desire
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC