We have come to a place in the world where we are letting ourselves foul by our eyes.
Not able to see further, what meets the surface.
People asking if I was gay, because of my short hair.
I am not mad about it and of course I can also understand in some way.
It is not all that negative.
I believe it is in some way a compliment.
People wanting to know what I am.
To know if they have a chance with me.
That could be a reason why, something I could think of at least.
Also for me to clear the path that there is no doubt about in that department.
Because confusion isn’t something I need, especially when it comes to that area of my body.
If you can speak about it in this way.
“Do you like girls?” Some of those people, asked me that question.
My answer was : “Not in that way, I never even kissed one”.
But as much as I have answered these questions and listened to the questions people asked me about this topic.
I can say I have come to the point my looks have become a form of resistance.
A protection mechanism of my body.
It could even be an invitation to that person who can look deeper than meeting the eye.
I will not exclude him from asking this question about my sexuality, just to confirm something that he already knows.
He just need to ask that question.
A hidden key, to open up the mystery.
Where I believe we shouldn’t take anything for granted.