The main reason I know

I’m into some people and not others

Is the intense obsessive loop I get stuck in

When I’m with them.

That’s what I love about hanging out with the guys—

There isn’t any of that tension

You get to just exist you don’t

Ever think about fucking them.

When I’m with someone with a vagina

I swear to god it doesn’t even matter their gender

I’m like

Let’s plunder

Can’t think about much else and

I’m a bit addicted to the thrill.

I can imagine myself being that way

With guys now, which is a bit odd but —

I’ll deal.

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