The Honeys

by Ryan La Sala

But it’s not drifting around in the middle that makes me tired. It’s staying too long on either shore. People have these specific ideas of what a boy is, or a girl is, and it’s so exhausting to play along. People make themselves so unhappy trying to get it right. But it’s not even real. So I reject all of it. I’d rather be happy and adrift.” “What’s do you mean, it’s not even real?” “Hate to be the one to break this to you, nature boy, but hardly anything is real,” I laugh. “Gender, the idea that there are two shores directly across from each other. The lake has a ton of hidden shores, but you don’t know that if you’re stuck standing on the land.”