“No, you don’t have to be anything. I’m sorry I asked you if you were a queer. But this is a big jolt. Things your mother didn’t tell you and all that. I guess I’m square, or maybe I’m scared. I don’t think you or anyone else should wear a label and I don’t understand why who you sleep with is so Goddamned important and I don’t understand why I’m all strung out over this. All this time I thought I was this progressive thinker, this budding intellectual among the sandspurs, now I find out I’m as shot through with prejudice as the next asshole. I cover them up with layers of polysyllables.”
