I'm pansexual.
I'm panromantic.
I'm attracted to people.
I'm not attracted to kitchenware.
You joke about me being attracted to pans.
But that's not what pansexuality is.
You ask if I'm attracted to kitchenware.
But that's not how pansexuality works.
I'm a PERSON attracted to PEOPLE.
I'm Pansexual.
I'm attracted to PEOPLE.
I'm not attracted to kitchenware.
You joke about me being attracted to kitchenware.
You compare me to the bisexuals.
And the omnisexuals.
But I'm none of those things.
I'm pansexual.
I'm panromantic.
I'm attracted to those with heart and emotion.
Not an emotionless blender.
I'm pansexual.
I'm panromantic.
I'm attracted to people.
Not kitchenware.
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Queer Poems
Poetry(Cover photo found on Google) I'm gonna apologize in advance for not updating this regularly. Coming up with these poems is harder than I thought. The first two were easy. But that was only because they randomly popped into my head.
