Three Weeks Later

While getting into my apartment
On 1:00 AM on Valentine’s day
I saw a group of women congregating
They all had heart shaped posters
On which it said, “Kisses for Cash!”
And I thought,
“Woah- I wish I’d thought about that!”
But then I remembered
Unless I explicitly stated otherwise
My clientele would likely include cishet males
And I wouldn’t be into that
I’d be far more comfortable
Selling physical affection to anyone but cishet males in general
Since if I were to say
“no cishet boys allowed”
On my heart-shaped sign
I’d likely get an onslaught
Of being told by cishet boys that I’m ugly since I’m not for them
Which would further prove my point
But at this stage of my life
I am just so uncomfortable
Showing any amount physical attraction to cishet males
And I suppose that means I’m technically not pansexual
So I suppose I should change my bios again
I think I’ll say Queer/Bi
I’ll put Queer beforehand
Since so many these days still think Bi means only two
Which it doesn’t always
I argued it with a teacher once about it though she remained unswayed
But I don’t know
The only boys I’m into are either not cis
Or are very much okay
With not being the definition of Hegemonic masculinity
I don’t know
Seeing the Vagina monologue about prostituting only to women
Since women are far less apt to be dangerous
Spoke to me on such a deep level
And I know it might be odd
To think about one's sexuality in terms of
“Who would I want my clientele to be if I were a prostitute”
But, I mean, it works
And it got me some answers