ochistisexual
when you’re too confused to pick one love, so you just love eight things. it’s like being a mess, but with a twist.
in a math class: "shut up, you’re ochistisexual" after I said I like my teacher and my calculator
text from my mom: "you’re ochistisexual? i thought you had a brain"
on a dating app: "you’re not just bisexual, you’re ochistisexual"