I felt sick this weekend so instead of drawing my precious otp I pondered for a while more why exactly I get this almost unstoppable urge to wash my eyes with a soap when I read yet another straight Bashir’s pov of discovering his attraction to a !male!!!!. Like, no matter if a subject of his affections is entirely different species or has a large age gap, or if it’s just plainly unethical, our good doctor would flirt with a sentient lady-dog but same-sex attraction is truly an overwhelming discovery for an open-minded 24th century man! Whenever I read about why fandom is so queer romance oriented it talks about inclusivity of non-straight-men people. But all those “i can’t find him pretty he’s a man” sounds, for my bisexual self, more like a fairytale where the love interest is a monster than something as ordinary and trivial as scrambled eggs. It’s… just not right

