Well, after writing for the last three hours and becoming more and more incoherent I’ve decided to stop and just write out a simple one hundred words. Sexuality is something that I’ll have to try and explain another day. For now I’m going to remain frustrated at societal expectations and my inability to define my own sexuality. If I could only find the words to make other people understand exactly who I am. That, after all, is the end goal of all art and communication. To make other people understand us and our ideas that we have. For now I’ll just go to bed and dream.