On homo neurotic friendships
Being unlabelled has never affected me in my life. It isn’t discussed or brought up in conversations; I haven’t had to defend my sexual preferences or prove my sexuality when my dating choices didn’t match with society’s expectations. I’ve fallen for men, I’ve dated girls, and I don’t necessarily see it as something I need to define or explain. It’s unlabelled; no need to discuss. So why did my last friendship turn this all around? Even though I have queer friends, I’ve never been so aware of my sexuality as around this particular individual. You might raise your brows and reduce this to a simple crush; it isn’t, and it never was, but I understand this way of thinking. Being friends with someone so painfully aware and open about their sexuality makes you want to spread yourself open, too. It made me question myself and my ceaseless attempts of keeping my sexuality private and something no one would feel the need to uncover. Was this a different way of being ashamed? I don’...