It's June.
Pronounced: Pride.
This is my first ever pride month where I'm confident in my sexuality. I've flitted and changed and evolved a lot, but I've realised that now I'm proud of who I am. I love myself for who I am now and nothing and no-one is gonna take that away from me.
(She says)I created a celebratory bi pride icon. It's a self portrait, so this is probs as close to a face reveal as I'm ever gonna get.
There. That's me. I hate the proportions.
BUT MILO MY BABY.
Ok, my cat is not bisexual (not that I know of), but my pets are the only members of my family that I can come out to without completely being disapproved. And Milo is always there. There to rant to when I'm angry, hug when I'm sad. That cat is an angel when he's not trying to steal my food.
Flowerpot angel.
I actually found a digital pride drawing I did last year, not for pride, but when I finally figured out my identity. Here's where I humiliate myself.
She just looks so dead inside, and the lineart and shading OH MY LORD. The borders are so wonky! Ell why.
I like her top though. Sorta. Let's be positive.
I was proud then and I'm proud now.
I love you all my beans! ♥️🌈
Bi bi for now!