I want to say I'm an Egalitarian/Feminist; Pan-sexual- but when it boils down to it, I'm just a human being who just so happens to be really fucking awesome, so I'll remove the labels and just call myself Lucy.
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.