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The Issue Of Gay Marriage

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Labels are stupid, but before I met you I thought I was straight. It was a stupid thought; I got way too riled up in arguments about gay marriage to not be personally offended on some level. I just never considered being not-straight. Since I lacked flamboyancy or butchness, all the stereotypes of homosexuality, the thought of being gay didn 't cross my mind. Not a big deal. Labels are stupid. But then I met you. Rachel introduced us, Rachel who was dying her short hair red and wearing hipster glasses. Rachel who was dating you. That was okay, though, since I was straight and you two made a cute couple. We started talking when she broke it off. She stopped talking to me around the same time. We sat at Starbucks, the cheapest coffees on the table and a scone split between us. The steam fogged up the windows and you drew a frowny face in the condensation. "She was a bitch," you had huffed. "I should have seen it coming." I had shrugged and picked at the blueberry in my bite of pastry. "Maybe." I 'd tossed it in my mouth and grinned at you. "Crushes blind us though." I should have known then. I was blinded by your responding smile. I don 't know if there was any possible option besides developing feelings for you. After all, you were- and goddamn, still are- amazing. Words tumbled from your lips, slanted with a Pennsylvanian accent, and swirled around me. I suck at conversation, but it was easy with you. We could drift through banter, we could fire through debates. We

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