Hey there this is a LGBTQ+ supporting account! (●'◡'●)ﾉ
You can call me The Lost StoryTeller or just TLST I will not be listing any other name for myself because I don't want to ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I am a proud Pansexualᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
Say I like pans and I will gut you(ง'̀-'́)ง
But hey other the That I'm will to be you friend 
♡'･ᴗ･'♡
I am also a proud Genderfluid person please if your ever talking about or two me just call me they or them. Thanks darling ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

I'm e), all of the above. I'm a multiple choice, but on a true-false test


Not a boy or a girl, not any binary, rigid definition of a person. Just my everything.


Do you prefer him or her? I prefer they them

The first thing you're going to want to know about me is: Am I a boy, or am I a girl?

Frowning, they asked, "Are you a guy or a girl?"
"I'm a god," the lost story teller said airily.


Male? female? both?
No one's ever asked me that question, I see myself as all. 

There were days I felt like a girl and days I felt like a boy, and those days wouldn't always correspond with the body I was in. I still believed everyone when they said I had to be one or the other. Nobody was telling me a different story, and I was too young to think for myself. I had yet to learn that when it came to gender, I was both and neither.

At some point during my research, I came across the term "gender fluid." Reading those words was a revelation. It was like someone tore a layer of gauze off the mirror, and I could see myself clearly for the first time. There was a name for what I was. It was a thing. Gender fluid. 

Sitting there in front of my computer--like I am right now--I knew I would never be the same. I could never go back to seeing it the old way; I could never go back to not knowing what I was.

But did that glorious moment of revelation really change anything?