I really feel like my writing isn't good enough anymore. Nobody comments anymore and I understand because school just started up again and stuff but it still feels kinda empty. I'm sorry for being so inconsiderate. I'll still update as much as I can :)

Also I was extremely depressed all day today so this is me trying to force myself to be better.

STORYTIME!

It's all a lie

Pretending to be a girl, showing off his body and telling him that he was comfortable with feminine pronouns and things, he hated it. He was FtM Trans and he didn't want to scare away this guy. Let's be honest: his income was the first interest he saw in this guy. So when he messaged him asking what he was looking for on Tinder he never expected the man to reply with "my friends don't understand how demisexuality works so here I am." He was the first person to make him laugh. But what name does he go by in this fanfic, you might ask? Well, we're gonna just call him Dee to stick to the classics. 

They both agreed to go to this sushi bar halfway between where they both live, and they agreed to split the bill so if someone leaves unsatified it wouldn't be that much of a hole in their pocket. Dee twirled their thumbs in their lap, wearing a nice mustard yellow collared tank top. He took off his black blazer that matched the black slacks he wore. He wore heeled shoes because shoes have no gender and he gelled his hair back. His eyes scanned the crowd for his date. His name was Logan, and Dee hoped for the best.

"Ah, there you are. My apologies, my sister wouldn't shut up st the fact I was actually going on a date for once. You know how she is as I have mentioned her before. I also can't help but remark about your outfit. You told me in the messages you'd wear a dress? Of course, you can wear whatever makes you feel the most beautiful. I am just wondering if there's something you wished to tell me before the date progresses. You have concern and anxiety written all over your face."

"I don't."

"You do."

Wow, was it that obvious? Dee wanted to keep it secret because he technically is in stealth. But if he really wanted to date this guy or st least tried, he deserved to know that being called a girl have him terrible dysphoria. Dresses and lingire and other stuff that his parents pushed upon him because they wanted to get the "tomboy" out of his head. Too late, Dad. He's worse than just a tomboy. He's a real boy. Just like Pinnochio. Dee looked up at Logan, who had his coat hung over the barstool and resting his arms against the bar. Wow, he's really muscular. He did shotput and track in Highschool.

"Well, I lied. I lie a lot to protect myself. I didn't want to push this sway because you actually send to be halfway decent when we met so... yeah. I'm not a girl. I'm a guy. Being called crap like beautiful and prettt makes me dysphoric. Dresses and skirts make me dysphoric, but shoes and makeuo surprisingly don't it's weird, don't ask. How thin and curvy my body is makes me dysphoric. She/Her pronouns make me dysphoric. Wow I just unloaded a lot and this is our first physical meeting. Christ... I'm sorry Logan but yeah. I'm a dude. He/Him pronouns my dude."

Logan nodded, comeoktely shifting his view and filing away that information into his brain. His thoughts will have to alter to fit the desires of his romantic interest. Funny story of how he first felt the attraction? They've talked for three mo this and after voice calling for the first time Logan felt the anxiety in his stomach. Finally getting a voice with this wonderful, snarky, bold perosnality just set off the butterflies.

"My apologies. I will change this immoderately. Strictly he/him pronouns for my handsome date."

"Wait really?"

"Dee, I'm demisexual. Well, in my case Demiabrossexual is the best term to describe me, so what you're prefered pronouns are and what gender you are don't matter to me. You as a persons is what matters to me. I'm attracted to who you are, not who your body is. Now, have you ordered yet? I'm ready to begin the date. "

Dee was absolutely flabbergasted. Logan was really here, not caring that he was a boy wearing a binder and a sock rolled up on itself to fake the feeling of having a dick. Logan didn't smile often, that's what he said at least, but he turned to Dee and let his lips curl at the corners. Dee felt his cheeks grow warm and he let his eyes lower to the counter in shame. A waitress came around from the other side of the counter with a notepad and a wide smile. So this was it. Here was the date. Dee was grinning from ear to ear.

Yay

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Yeah this was short and sucky. I had no inspiration. I got a lot of homework tonight so I'm sorry.

Y'all people of the ace spectrum are valid and lovely. Even if you're homoromantic or heteroromantic or something like that. No matter what your romanticism is and your sexuality and gender identity you are valid.

Internet hugs and blow kisses!

~Eva