Belle | Princeton
Remember when I said that thing about Sommer? Well, I realized my name was basically so much
gay-er than his. And that got me questioning my sexuality. Belle, am I gay?
I mean, I don't know. Are you?
Well, what are you?
I'd have to say bisexual. I'm still getting used to the fact that the gender spectrum goes beyond male, female, you know? Like, what do I identify as, in the gender terms of a broader spectrum? And if so, am I pansexual because although my lack of knowledge, I'd still date beyond a male female gender spectrum? And why does all of it seem to get so complicated? I guess I might be pansexual. But if it came down to it, I'd be questioning, you know?
What is it called when you identify as gay, but you'd date women, but like, dudes are your preference? Like, I'd date anyone who I found an emotional connection with. Like, what am I if I'm a democrat who's voting within republican terms? Am I an outsider, shielded because my opinions don't match a male-female, democrat-republican society? And will my vote still matter? And will my democratic family still accept me? And will they accept me when I ask if they go beyond male and female? Do potatoes identify sexually?
Jesus, Princeton.
If you put our names together, we get PB. Like peanut butter.
That's cute. That's really cute. And I'd have to agree. I guess we're two pansexuals, right?
Hey, Belle.
What?
What do you call a pansexual guy named Nick working at a disc shop?
What the fuck? Is this a bad joke?
Pan Nick at the Disc Co.
Belle?
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