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Rants of a teen BI-atch..
Welcome to the closet, we have pie!!
I'm Allison Moonlight, your very own lgbt+ representative who's still in the closet because, screw it I'm gonna take my time. This is just a book where I talk about daily thoughts, struggles and relatable situations as a queer person, and perhaps a fellow queer (if u will),
All allies and members of the community, feel welcome to hear a homie out and hope you stick around :)
All homophobes, you're entitled to your opinion, I'm entitled to mine, in my opinion you should leave right now.
(Okay i know how blogs work but this book will have the title anyways.. and, yeah. Grab a glass of water (stay hydrated), take a deep breath, think of a happy thought and click on my book!)
Best wishes, with love, XOXO, etc etc
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