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The Office in real life
Pansexuality is one of the many ignored sexualities. I got a request asking if I could make a post about pansexuality hate after I made one about asexuality so here I am, more than ready to rant!
Pansexuals do exist!
Pansexuals are not bi
Pansexuals are not attention seeking!
AND THEY DON’T LIKE PANS!!!?!!
What on earth would make you think that there are so many people out there that are sexually attracted to pans that they had to make an entire sexuality of it????
Pansexuals are people who are attracted to people of all sorts. They may find themselves falling for someone of any sexual orientation or gender identity.
Some people don’t understand this because they only think of male and female when it comes to genders. BUT there are many, many, many, many, many more genders.
There are tansgenders; people who change their gender from the one they were given at birth. This can be done legally and you can even change your birth certificate in some places.
There are gender queer; people who prefer not to be associated with any gender identity. They may use male or female pronouns but some prefer gender nuetral.
There are genderfluid; people who like to switch gender from time to time. They can do this on a daily basis if they want to. Whether they bind when they like to be masculine or wear a body suit/ padded bra when they want to feminine.
Those are just a few examples.
Pansexuals can also be panromantic, which is similar only it refers to who they are emotionally attached to, rather than physically. You can be panromantic and pansexual, or you can be one or the other, along side with another identification like asexuality or demisexual, or any of the others in fact!
Some people may claim to be bi only because they do not know what pansexuality is. However, most bi people are bi because they’re uncomfortable or unattracted to being in a relationship with people other than strictly male or female (THIS DOES NOT MEAN THAT THEY ARE PREJUDICE OF THEM! ONLY THAT THEY ARE NOT ATTRACTED TO THEM!)
Pansexuals, like any other sexuality, can have a preference to a certain gender or gender identity. You may like trans boys most because you like a butch personality (not that all trans boys are butch) but prefer to be sexually active with female bits. Or you may have a preference for people who identify as a girl. Maybe you like genderfluid people most because you get a variety of attractions. Maybe you like genderqueers because you just do. There doesn’t have to be a reason for any of this!
Basically, everyone should just shut up about other people’s sexualities because it’s none of your business who they like or don’t like in what way or the other? Pansexuals don’t like pans (usually… you never know). Pansexuals aren’t bi! And people need to stop calling them stupid, monsterous, or fake. Why?
See, that’s the really funny thing: you don’t have to “get” it. It literally does not matter if you are deeply and profoundly confused why that girl is wearing a crop top - it’s her body and she’s allowed to put whatever she wants on it, regardless of whether or not you find it attractive. You don’t have to “get” why other people would say “you look so cute” or hold her body like a well-strung harp. Your ignorance does not make the song of her lips any less of an aria.
You don’t have to “get” someone’s sexuality because you’re not them, are you? It is hard enough being young and in love and unsure of what our skin can handle and confident that the hands of our lovers are warm enough to set us on fire. We are so worn out from just getting out of bed we have no fight left in us while we hunt for what it means to be ourselves. You don’t have to “get” why two men would grab each other’s bodies like lifejackets in a storm. You don’t have to “get” why every time I kiss a girl, I feel the earth shatter under me and sparks run from my toes to the tips of my fingers. You don’t have to “get” how it’s possible I like everyone regardless of gender. It doesn’t change how I feel. I don’t get how some people like cilantro. I haven’t voted to make it illegal. I haven’t spat at the feet of people eating salsa. Our tongues are such strong muscles. Use them to french-kiss your wife, not ask “who is the girl” in my relationship.
Bodies are just vessels for inexplicable energy signals, galaxies we call souls. You don’t have to “get” the changes someone decides to make to theirs. I don’t care if he defies everything you understand in this world about being a man. He can wear dresses and have long hair and put on makeup and if he says “I am a guy,” he is one. Stop asking to peek under the hood. It’s none of your business and it doesn’t make a difference. Your discomfort is because your heart is a closed door and once someone breaks borders you must reevaluate your entire judgement system - your discomfort is coming from a small voice saying “what if everything they shoved down my throat was wrong, what if we are all equal regardless of what we look like or how we dress or what we call ourselves, what if the only reason I grew up like this is because nobody told me I could be different.” If a lady says she is a lady, she does not need to flash you to prove that she is born of ocean mist. Their body is not for your general admission. I don’t care if you’re just “curious.” This is not the circus. They don’t owe you anything, but you do owe them respect.
The funny thing is, most of the time people haven’t even thought about the things they don’t “get,” but the minute they do, a light clicks on in their head. Maybe people just wear things and get tattoos and pierce their bodies for no other reason than because it looks cool and they’re an all-around hottie. Maybe everyone just loves in their own shaky ways, maybe they love every boy or only one girl or two people at once or they only love aromatically and none of these matter because love is doing no harm. Maybe people are in control of their own identity and you don’t get to complain about it.
Or maybe you don’t “get” it because you don’t want to. Heaven knows you don’t want to empathize unless everybody looks and acts like you.