Oh, if only we could just smile and accept our human foibles (and sexualities) as easily as this on a regular/daily basis.
We (I) seem to get so hung up on labels, roles, expectations of others (and our own expectations).
Think of all the roses that don't get smelled because we're too wrapped up in ourselves most of the time.
"We are only two and yet our howling can encircle the world's end.
Frightened, you are my only friend.
And frightened we are, every one.
Someone must take a stand -- Coward, take my coward's hand"