My sexuality isn’t my entire identity,
It doesn’t encompass my full entity,
Deeming me a lesbian aesthetically,
Allegedly it’s in my chemistry,
Alphabetically you will spell me,
I love women.
But I also love cheese.
Bop bop bop bop babybell,
Smooth and sweet,
Springy and supple,
Firm and creamy,
The Queen of Cheese,
Buttery, soft, runny,
Tough yet sweet.
I love women.
They are the mac to my cheese.
But my sexuality isn’t my entire life,
It’s not my ultimate goal to have a wife,
I’m not well known on the scene nightlife.
Yeah I’ll listen to Tegan and Sarah,
Watch reruns of the L Word trying to decide which character I would be and hoping that it’s not Jenny,
I ship Rose & Rosie,
Apply hashtag lesbian,
Sometimes I’ll wear snapbacks and button up shirts,
I’m a vegetarian,
Sounds kinda typical.
Flat pack furniture building should be a skill I possess,
Playing football with great finesse,
But I must confess,
I’d actually rather try on a dress (sometimes).
I’m not really one who fits the mould,
I’ve been told many times that I am a terrible lesbian,
I’ve also been told that I’m disgusting because I am a lesbian,
I’m not really sure I fully identify as a lesbian,
I’m a bit of a grey area.
Yeah I have gay pride,
But being a bender isn’t all that I am,
I’m not a lesbian.
I am a person, who is sexually and emotionally attracted to women,
But I’m pretty certain I’m also sexually and emotionally attracted to cheese.
Don’t you get it?
Both are irrelevant.