I believe I am finally through it.
It wasn’t fun and sometimes even very tiring.
So many people thought I was gay or lesbian.
It was because of my short hair, is what some told me.
Others just asked me the question if I was.
I am not mad about it and of course I can also understand in some way.
We have come to a place in the world where we are letting ourselves foul by our eyes.
Or just are not able to see further, what meets the surface.
But it is not just all that negative.
I believe it is in some way a compliment.
People wanting to know what I am.
Because I look a bit different.
Perhaps to know if they have a chance with me. That is all I can think of it at least.
But also for me to clear the path that there is no doubt about it.
Because confusion isn’t something that I need, especially when it comes to that area of my body.
If you can speak about it in this way.
I also believe that some of the people, guys and girls who asked this question :
‘Do you like girls?’
It was my answer : ‘Not in that way, I never even kissed one’.
Not that this is an invitation, but more that I really don’t have a thing for the same sexe.
But as much as I have answered these questions and listened to the questions people asked me about this topic.
I can say that I have come to the point that my looks and the questions that it is raising because of that is a form of resistance.
Better to say a protection mechanism of my body.
As an invitation to that person that can look deeper than the eye meets.
But I will not exclude him from asking this question about my sexuality, just to confirm something that he already knows.
That he is the love that I seek.
He just need to ask that question, so I can open up about myself.
A hidden key to my heart and we can get things started.
Because when it comes to love.
The message is.
You shouldn’t take anything for granted.