The summer is ending and so too my art class for this semester, i am only a few classes away from graduation however i don’t know how long i will take between that and getting an  even higher education. There are three beauties in my class and thankfully its summer so there are no issues of the type of people in the class.

Dedicated and fully grown, they all have unique styles and bodies however to be a muse or to have some sort of muse artist vise versa relationship turns me on in many ways. Its hard being a male and a pansexual, most straight men would look at me and see a typical southern boy... Maybe minus the gold locks i am but most women who see me tend to see me as something like a punk or emo type (this is just outside observation.... nothing is solid in this)

for me its like that song by mother mother- Verbatim”Oh, what defines a straight man’s straight?, Is it the boxer in the briefs or a 12 ounce steak?, I tell you what a women loves most.

It’s a man who can slap but can also stroke”

I guess i mean to say that when it comes to sex with both genders its difficult because there are preset expectations like all relationships. Like when you really really wanna be with someone or someone might really wanna be with you and you don’t know can’t know.

“Its only just a crush it’ll go away its just like all the others it’ll go away or maybe this is danger and he just don’t know, you pray it all way but it continues to grow.

When you are a pansexual man most guys (unless they know you) either think you too sensitive to joke or kid around with or are just hostile in general with a litmus test in between, as all things should be viewed, not in a sorting or categoric way but on a scale of gradient.  

So what happened that made me wanna write this?

>I walked into class like normal, sat down and got to work....

>Got up to maybe buy a ginger-ale, walk by two of the beautiful women in class....

>she is dirty blond with hair down to her hips and tattoos, also just the showed up with a leather short skirt one day, HOLY FUCK.

>Anyway today shes got on white jeans with a black top and is just working away as i pass by.

>Be me, half awake, broke, also about to pressure wash for some cash cuz FL SUCKS and is expensive.

>no canada dry and my last dollar..... welp better grap a cnok (grab a coke.... im just being goofy)

>Walk back to the class, head down thinking about the day, in my line of sight is the ground and her chair, then loose fitting jeans and then a piece of Lacey something oh oh i should n ot be looking keeping my head down....

>Back at my seat, cannot even remember what im doing in this class or where i am, who tf i am?

>Meanwhile, my right foot is at a 45 degree angle and my brain is doing a dance it has not in months.

>I think about why im like this, what got me to this point and look back up at her.

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>Shes looking at me. No she’s smiling, ruefully almost.

>The type of look that says, "you saw something."

>Now i have two minds of thought and while i don’t really care what happens i was happy for the dopamine at the very least. Cuz like most storys there is backstory im not filling in just yet.

>But WOW NOTHING MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE A MODEL IN A PINK FLOYD VIDEO MORE  THAN PRESSURE WASHING with your shirt off in the Florida sun.... omg

>That dopimine is good shiit ill, tell you. Make you turn your whole life around LOL 

>I ended up talking with a few people and staying behind in class while she slowly packed up, i had drawn a cute-ish (im not tellin yall)  cartoon like im known for in that class with my number on it and gave it to her.

>now thats enought skizo rambling, its off my chest now and well if you ever find this you are a beautful woman.