“Is he gay?”
“Uhuh.”
“Does he love you?”
“Uhuh.”
“I knew it!”
“Are you gay?”
“Sometimes. Primarily on the weekends.”
And I find something humorous in my terse responses. I prefer to be prosaic when speaking. For some people, sexuality is of such importance that it merits as much discourse as possible. For me, sexuality is something quite passé, quite done with! I am not curious about my sexuality, I know it nor am I curious about the sexuality of others; it does not affect me. I refuse to be labeled by sexual orientation; the term in itself is absurd. Sexuality is made up for the most part by society. Enough said.