Something about the way she speaks that her mouth seems disproportionate; lost within that sea of language which makes her face an archive of slippages. Languidly volatile, inexplicably fragile. Do you remember those deep dark drapes of curtains curtailing your sense of time? Or tell me something – anything- about your childhood, or your next destination. Let me be in one of them.
These assumptions have a name, and a place and a home- they can be redefined as many times as you want. You don’t need to be in a relationship to know how it feels like to love. You don’t need to be in a relationship with a person of the same sex to know that you are gay.