Honestly Ben

“I don’t know. I still don’t feel like I’m gay,” I said.
“What a thing to say to a guy after sex!”
“No, really.”
“Maybe you’re bi?”
“I feel like I’m more, like, gay-for-Rafe.”
He put his hand on his heart. “Sincerely flattered to be a sexual orientation now. Thank you.”

I was too tired to explain to her that I wasn’t coming out as gay, or even bi. Unless she was telling me that there were generations upon generations of talented gay men who were otherwise straight until they met her son, none of this was particularly meaningful to me.

I think it’s okay to just say who you are without it being final or something. I mean, none of us are finished products. We change. We keep changing. We won’t be finished products ’til the day we die.