Other times I wonder if you see the fear in my eyes. When you make jokes about homos I wince and try to smile, hoping not to reveal myself, but at the same time painfully denying part of myself. I don't know what you would call me. I have loved men and I have loved women, so I suppose you might call me bi-sexual, but I don't like to define myself. I don't believe my sexuality defines me as a whole person, so I avoid labels.
Labels define people and keep others from getting to know the person behind the label.
They allow people to distance themselves from the unknown. All the same, I feel just as distant without the labels. There is a part of me I don't feel I can share with most people on this campus, and this traps me too. I know there must be some people who would accept me, and I try to figure out who they are. Almost always I feel the risks are too great.