Sitting through school for three years, I’ve realized the only interesting thing about me is my sexuality. The thing that I always thought was the most private, truly isn’t. No one cares that I’m somewhat intelligent, that I speak multiple languages, that I’m active in my community, that I’m Latino, that I’m funny, or that I’m a good friend. If I had to be picked out from a line of people, I would be the gay one.
My sexuality isn’t a new purse or a new puppy. It isn’t fashionable. My sexuality is my sexuality.