Dear teacher,
I’m starting to see fire. Everything on
flames. Roses in burning yellow, orange and red. I don’t know why I’m angry –
maybe it has something to do with the fact that my best friend won’t support my
bisexual identity, or maybe its because my brother thinks everything is about
him and that I should have came out to him before my friends, or maybe its
because everyone either assumes I’m straight or that I’m gay and that there is
no in between, or maybe it is because society forces us to put a label on
everything.
I started drawing again. My favorite pen is
red. I draw girls with red hair across sweet faces, guys with red gashes across
burly biceps, trees on fire. Then I started drawing words. Flamed words. At the
top of the page I wrote: Bisexuality to Everyone Else. Then I wrote the flamed
words all over the page: fluidity, questioning, versatile, slut, threesome,
bi-curious, tramp, switch-hitter, mostly-straight, confused, experimenting,
disloyal…At the bottom of the page I wrote in small capital letters: IDENTITY ≠
BEHAVIOR. On the next page I wrote in large firey red: Stop Judging Me and
covered that with the judgments: ADHD, dreamer, follower, girl, loner, loser,
introverted, quitter, little, short, lazy…
Best,
KBron
No comments:
Post a Comment