you joke “yeah i'm niche”, then this feeling puts a leash on you and pulls back. the sense of being an outsider follows you around: in a shop, at work, with friends, everywhere. and now being unusual is no longer a privilege – you close your eyes and pray to be like everyone else
well i didn't think that scrolling twt this month i would get tired of the so-called ‘trend’ of bi girls bragging about their ugly boyfriends and the next bullshit like ‘all women are bisexual’