For the time being, I’m ignoring any further inquiries into what makes me like someone.

barbiehighheels:

I just got several probing questions about what makes me tick romantically from people I don’t really know very well. I know what you’re doing, you dogs. Stop trying to figure me out. The attention makes me uncomfortable.

My mother, in her sweet little southern accent, always told me when I was little, “Nobody is your gatekeeper. Nobody can make you feel anything you don’t want to feel. Nobody holds the key to your happiness but you.”

So, I’m all grown up now, and I feel like a person. A whole person. I don’t feel like I’m missing a half. I don’t feel like there is anything missing in my life romantically. Philosophically? Yes. Philanthropically? Professionally? Artistically? Socially? Yes, yes yes. Those are the areas that need addressing and that is where I feel unsatisfied. Romantically? Whatever. I resent the imposition of my time, mind, and freedom that comes with being in a relationship. Sexually? I tell you what, friends, I’ll choose complacency and internet porn over ambivalent exertions towards a mediocre human connection any day.

Sorry that this is wordy.

I’m just tryin’ to tell you guys, that, basically,

NOBODY IS MY GATEKEEPER.

 Leah just gets me, ya know?