Bouncing back and forth all the time, endlessly between beauty and being ugly. I hate myself and love myself. It's fucking exhausting....

My sexuality illudes me. I know I like men. But do I like women *enough* and in the way that warrants calling myself bi? I see the beauty...

I reject pride. I do not identify with the celebration or being proud of sexuality. So "gay pride" seems to be foolish from my...