I tend to fall in love with a person’s mind. Their intelligence, their sense of humour, moral code, conversation skills, bravery, empathy level, their good manners, musical tastes, love of life, hobbies, writing skills, love of animals, their innate sense of style, their general way of thinking, are all far more important to me than the physical stuff. You could be the most beautiful-looking person on the planet but have the ugliest personality of anyone walking the earth. Because true beauty - not how tall/thin/blonde/white-toothed/muscled/clear-skinned/youthful/well-hung someone is - lies within. And in a truly beautiful person, it shines out of them.

Would you miss out on something wonderful because this person doesn’t fit neatly into a box? Because they’re different? Because they’re not physically perfect? (And who the hell is?) Would you let the love of your life pass you by because you’re worried about what people might think? Because it’s something you’ve never done before, or considered before, or even thought about before? Because it breaks the ‘rules’? Because you’re a coward? Because you’re scared?

Loving a person is about so much more than finding the meat sack they currently inhabit instantly appealing. We need to stop mindlessly subscribing to outdated, restrictive, and downright harmful ideas of what constitutes ‘attractive’, what’s ‘normal’, how our lives should be lived. Stop chasing the narrow-minded ideals we’re all so desperate to conform to. It’s ridiculous to write off a person solely because they were once thought to be ‘this’ and now they’re thought to be ‘this’.

And to all these people whose immediate thoughts are about sex. There are A LOT of ways to have amazing sex that don’t involve a penis going into a vagina. Just saying...