Mastodawn

Oh shit, masc lesbian put on a *tie* to go down on one knee! Oh, and then the throwing myself into her arms! 🥵🪭

Yeah, Julie Andrews, I wanna make my choices “as a woman,” too. I’m happy to make my very own woman-mistakes.

Aaaaaaawww… she isn’t wearing the wedding dress I think I’d be wearing, but it’s a beautiful gown.

And it would be a heavy buttery fabric, a white-on-white brocade or whatever the fancy pattern-y material is called, mermaid, backless, with a deep v in front down to my solar plexus at least, and a halter neckline.

I’d change into something slit to my upper thigh for dancing 🥰

I’m asexual and polyamorous and I’ve got trauma from being misunderstood (who doesn’t?), so the moment when she’s portrayed as having transgressed by having sex with Chris Pine’s character, despite not having *had* sex with Chris Pine’s character, lands painfully in all three of those parts of me. Why shouldn’t she have multiple partners simultaneously? And ugh, being misunderstood as having sex when she didn’t.

Oo, masc lesbian with wiry forearms in a partly unbuttoned dress shirt, teaching me to draw a bow…

Julie Andrews, singing about how each girl is unique, and gesturing to the generic boobs-waist-butt body type I associate with what my body should be shaped like… oof.

Oooooh… I’ve not had a slumber party. I’ve slept beside partners, I’m slept beside friends, but I haven’t stayed up with friends late at night talking about our crushes and braiding each other’s hair and doing our nails and such.

The way she tells the masc lesbian who is toying with her feelings, that’s the way I’d tell people if I were having a slumber party.

And then she invites all the orphans to be princesses and princes, especially the little bullied girl. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I’m not crying, you’re crying! Oh, wait, I’m getting some new information… it’s me, I’m crying.

Okay, continuing from about the halfway point. The arranged marriage boy was boring. But the masc lesbian dunking me—I mean, Chris Pine dunking Anne Hathaway!—looked fun.