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I like the way it sounds, and i like the pun. Can’t bully me if I’ve already made a joke about it. As a bonus, I can sign my initials and have it be both deadname and realname depending on the angle
I’m amanda :)
I like the way it sounds, and i like the pun. Can’t bully me if I’ve already made a joke about it. As a bonus, I can sign my initials and have it be both deadname and realname depending on the angle
I’m amanda :)
Not really, but kind of. I was always interested in women and men, but realizing i was trans helped me understand what i was feeling towards women was jealousy not sexual attraction. Unfortunately being attracted to men as a transwoman is kind of a nasty catch22 as my hands were too big for the straight men and the gay men really just wanted a twink. (generalizing here, not all men, etc etc)
So I became mostly aromanic, satisfied with just like… flings with guys online. soft catfishing for quick e-sex, and then I met my girlfriend, who makes me feel like I’ve never loved anyone except her. And we lived happily ever after
i think this metaphor is close, but not quite. being honest, nice, friendly is like the bread of the sandwich, not the pickles. you can’t have a sandwich without the bread- but very occasionally, sometimes, you wanna just reach in and just grab some meat and cheese
thanks, lena! nice to meet you too!