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“Yes, you’re a marshmallow. You give off this hot, badass, goth chick vibe, but in your heart of hearts, you’re an optimist who believes, even in death, everyone deserves a second chance. You’re a hard shell with a soft, gooey center.”
“You are the best fake girlfriend who ever fake girlfriended.” And then Ashley sprinted to the bathroom and threw up.
Lol!
“Toss a coin to your server,” sang Uther, while pulling out his wallet. “Oh, valley of plenty.”
“It’s called bi, Esther. Or pan or queer or whatever label you’re comfortable with. You can like men eighty percent of the time and women or any other gender the other twenty percent, and it’s still enough to count. There isn’t a cut-off on how gay you need to be to fit. Labels are inherently a social construct made to both help us understand and categorize ourselves and also to needlessly stress us the fuck out.”
She knew gender and sexuality were on a spectrum and also the labels used for them were all social constructs. Anthropologists, sociologists, and plenty of others had written on this concept for decades. But hearing it out loud, that labels don’t matter? She felt like a balloon freed from its tether. Both exhilarated and terrified.
