An open letter to all Fandoms- From a Bisexual Fan
My name is Rosie. I’m 22. I grew up in Texas, about an hour south of Austin. I’m the oldest of 4 children; the child of teachers; on my way to be a teacher as well.
I’m a fan of Sci-Fi and Fantasy, of anime and manga, of magical girls and pirates. I’m a fanfic writer and reader, a con-goer and a casual cosplayer. I’m a nerd girl and a feminist.
I like Star Trek and blueberry muffins and really sweet tea mixed with lemonade and cowboy boots and my pet snake and playing N64 games.
And I’m bisexual.
In a lot of ways, my bisexuality is one of the least important things about who I am as a person. In other ways it is incredibly important. Being a bisexual woman changes the way the world treats me, the way our society treats me, and, sadly, it changes the way that fandoms and nerd culture and the media treats me.
And let me just say this: Fandoms, you really suck sometimes.
Before you click that read more, know this: I don’t speak for all LGBTQ+ fans. I speak only for myself, but this is as honest as I really know how to be, and I think that it’s something that should be said.
"For someone to make Peeta forget he loves me… no one can do that.”
“If you die, and I live, there’s no life for me at all back in District Twelve. You’re my whole life.”
This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.
What’s your favorite color?
Oh, now you’ve crossed the line.