Literature
The story of two
My name is to be concealed, but with my layered pixie cut and black nose ring, you label me as "butch" or "emo" right?
Oh no wait, let me conceal my amused laughter for a moment as this one alias rings loud and clear in my head: "Lesbian."
I'm sorry, was that actually supposed to be hurtful? Was that truly your best insult? Because...what you were calling me was what I am.
That is, if I truly even cared for labels; pathetic pieces of paper found around condiment jars down the supermarket aisles.
But we're not all the same, especially with stereotypes in mind. What? You thought we all had the same haircuts and feminine swagger?
Psh, yes of co