Assumption Junction

All my life people have assumed my sexuality, my queerness, my otherliness, I suppose I kind of just bleed this difference that everyone seems to almost instantly understand about me or understand that they don’t understand. A sort of “oh. Yeah, you’re… i thought you were… aren’t you… X?.” Which I guess is a kind of victory for me as I decided very early on, that I wanted to be different. I could not have foreseen how different I’d get, and there’s further still to go. Nowadays it’s a more instantaneous and perhaps even celebrated recognition of my oddity. Am I hiding behind a beard or a dress? The combination seems to be very popular, much more so than even my self.


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