“He must love you very much,’ Gavril said once I had my footing. I couldn’t look at him. ‘What makes you say that?’ Gavril sighed. “I’ve known Maxon since he was a child. He’s never stood up to his father like that.”
if i was gay, i wouldn’t need an asterisk beside my name. i could stop worrying if the girl i like will bounce when she finds out i also like dick. i could have a coming-out party without people thinking i just want attention. i wouldn’t have to explain that i fall in love with minds, not genders or body parts. people wouldn’t say i’m ‘just a slut’ or 'faking it’ or 'undecided’ or 'confused.’ i’m not confused. i don’t categorize people by who i’m allowed to like and who i’m allowed to love. love doesn’t fit into boxes like that. it’s blurry, slippery, quantum. it’s only limited by our perceptions and before we slap a label on it and cram it into some category, everything is possible.