A long time ago, someone asked me.
“Why? Why are you gay?”
It wasn’t even the kind of question that left wriggle room for doubt. He sounded certain.
“Why are you gay?” NOT “Are you gay?”
Of course, I acted like I didn’t know what he was talking about. “Huh!?”
He persisted. “I’ve seen your browser history. Gay porn? Why?”
I could have just turned tables and started badgering him on why he went through my browser history in the first place, but it would only sound more like me trying to change the subject. My defensiveness would be a statement of my…well, guilt.
But I was scrambling for a good excuse, a persuasive lie, a brilliant answer. I grasped at the ones that came into my head and ran with them. I gave my cousin my phone, he must have done it… Okay, I’m lying, I mistakenly clicked a link on Facebook… It was a mistake…
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