“Because here’s the thing about realizing you’re into girls.
Hardly anyone I know has ever said, “Am I gay?” in the same way they
say, “Hey, do you know what the weather’s supposed to be like tomorrow?”
Like they just need to figure out how to dress for the occasion. No,
when most people ask, “Am I gay?” they ask it with the kind of urgency
they would usually reserve for things like, “Do I strap this parachute
to my back and jump from this free falling airplane or do I nose dive
into the ocean and hope the sharks don’t eat my remains? SINK OR SWIM?
LIVE OR DIE? QUENCH THE FIRE OR BURN ALIVE?” It feels so urgent, and the
reason it feels so urgent is because you’re probably not just asking,
“Hey, do I want to make out with other girls?”
You’re also probably asking: What the hell are my parents going to say
when I tell them I want to kiss other girls? And my friends and my
co-workers and my classmates and everyone at my family reunion? And
what’s that girl going to say when I tell her I want to kiss her? And
how is my life ever going to be OK, and how can I go on being the same,
and am I the same, and what else do I not know about what’s alive inside
me? And who will still love me and who will start hating me, and is God
involved, or the government maybe, and what if it’s only one girl I
want to kiss, and how do I label myself and must I label myself, and
what if I change my mind and, really, what if I do burn alive?”
— Heather Hogan
Truer words never spoken...
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