'He's Gay'
'How can you tell?'
'Just look at him!'*
Being Gay is now a label, one that is neatly placed for all to see, on a package of human flesh complete with instructions on its requirements; requirements of a feminine nature-a label within itself.
But I will not be labelled, I'm not Gay,
I'm not different to the person I was before I told you I liked men, I'm still myself; my voice isn't just going to suddenly change and I'm not just going to want to go clothes shopping,
and no, it doesn't mean I like you- no offence.
Why do you look at me that way?
That look of disgust that shadows the friend I knew, your new face only fuels the wrath that builds up inside me,
not because I'm not able to fulfil the requirements society has built in order to be gay,
No, your face only angers me that there is actually a set of rules dictating whether or not someone is gay.
So no, I am not Gay,
I won't wear this label that is constantly plastered on the hearts and drilled into the minds of the people of this world.
I am still the same me.