“Can I talk to you in private?”“Yes – About what?”“Next story.” I remain in my seat while my colleagues leave the room. Sitting at the same table as my teacher, I fix my gaze on his nose. “I understand that classrooms are open environments for discussing the themes and nuances of life through literature, but I will not be participating in the next class or any other sessions regarding the current reading assignment.” He took the text and played with its pages, summarizing the text for himself: “The next story revolves around the internal dialogue of a young man questioning his sexuality, whose first sexual experiences – harassment… and rape by of an older male – question his identity as a man and the expectations of heterosexuality…” he stops flipping through the pages and meets my gaze, “I understand why this might be upsetting to read.” “Yes, I came to you directly rather than going through the administration because I want you to understand that I am very open about this and would like to resolve this matter on your terms rather than mine. I felt my silicone inserts sucking the sweat onto my chest, I didn't appreciate his summary. “I respect you and your request, I excuse you from class and homework.” Seeing my gratitude, he hastened to add, “There is no need to compensate with additional reading or essay. Works?" I nod and leave. I zipped up my jacket as I climbed the blue stairwell, passing petrified fish painted on the walls and excited whale moans like schools of students. I go out to the second floor and meet my partner: "Ken!" I grab her and hold her a few inches away from me, a distance she immediately closes with a kiss. "I went to Peter and explained... in the middle of the paper... none of us had seen my strangely red face. "I did it too, with Ray and Ben, but they didn't want to touch me my time." I nodded, "Not even James." ?” We stopped and struggled to remember if we had eaten any. The last time we had a drink, James slapped me for asking if I could do the top. "I'm not gay," he said, hitting me again, "take it a bitch you are." V8 and Blood mix well, a lesson best taught by a vampire. Today is Friday, April 25 of the year 2014, and I stand up in the crowded Forum as I have done since middle school. But this 'year, my The "bisexual" pin has been replaced by a "?"This is my liberation: I am androgynous and pansexual. To be politically correct, one should recognize that identities are not chosen but are developed over the course of life . I like to believe this, but I always wonder. Based on true events.