crystalxizzle replied to your post “-got free bag and so used my money to buy a snap back
-look super gay…”

WAIT ARE YOU GOING TO SHAKESPEARE IN THE PARK LIKE AT CENTRAL PARK??

YES!!! My friend Emily has tickets for Taming of the Shrew and they invited me!

ALSO SINCE YOU HAVE BEEN THERE BEFORE HOW CASUAL IS THE DRESS CODE?

Imagine. Early in their courtship, Michiru is trying to do some fishing and asks Haruka what her type is.

Haruka’s honestly and sappiness bolts ahead of her thinking and she says type feels pretty irrelevant when she knows the most beautiful woman in the world. Michiru frowns, unsure whether to feel jealous, and finally asks if she might see this woman and judge for herself.

Haruka is  m o r t i f i e d  but mumbles sure, fiddles with her phone for a moment, and hands it over.

IT’S ON SELFIE CAM.

Pride

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Trying to get myself out of a little writing slump and found this idea in a comment the other day. 

Haruka took off the plaid shirt she hadthrown over her t-shirt the minute she saw Mina. She tried to stick
her arms through it like a struggling toddler, Mina fighting her off
at every angle.

“Haruka, what the fuck is your
problem, are you trying to claim me? Is this some weird lesbian
flag-planting?” She squirmed away from Haruka.

Haruka’s eyes were wide, her arms held
out to Mina. “You’re not wearing any clothes! People are looking at
you! People too old for you!”

Mina shrugged and looked down at
herself, wearing a tiny crystal encrusted rainbow bikini top and
miniskirt that barely qualified as such. “Let em look.” She
looked around. “Do you think any of them want to buy me a beer?”

“Mina!”

“Oh cool it, Dad. It’s Pride,
nobody’s dressed.” She clicked her tongue at Haruka and tossed her
hair, laughing. “By the way, nice shirt, captain obvious.”

Haruka pulled the t-shirt away from her
chest and looked down at the white block letters on a black
background exclaiming ‘Butch’. “I like this shirt! It’s my gay
shirt.”

“I got news for you Haruka, all your
shirts are gay shirts.”

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I ran into the NYC Dyke March on my way home from work and walked along it for a while and it made me so happy at first but then my feelings got less good because it got me feeling really gay but not just like in a loving women, women are so great kind of way but like in a I want to have sex with women kind of way and that terrifies me? and the idea of actually acting on it terrifies me? Especially since I’m getting to the point where I know that like, if I could get past all the ways I’m fucked up about this, I would totally enjoy hook ups sans relationships. 

And like I know there’s nothing wrong with that and I don’t have a problem with people who do that it just feels so gross and frightening when it’s me, you know?

Part of me wants to tackle the fear head on and go to a bar and kiss a girl (playing into this whole thing is the knowledge that I would be able to (especially this weekend), my lack of experience is pure choice at this point) which would PROBABLY be a stupid way to handle it and yet the only reason really holding me back is that the girl gets back this week and I feel like hooking up with someone at this particular point might impact things with her. And even with that I still have that stubborn energy pushing me to go do it.