One day Louisa (a classmate of mine) asked me after our religion lesson, without leaving her seat in the row behind me ”So .. what or who do you want to choose … it’s about time, honey!”

“Choose what?” … I gave her my What-the-hell-do-you-mean-Look.

A little overstated maybe, but hey, that’s my thing.

“You know … who are you gonna live your life with!?”

“You know there’s no-one in my life and heart right now .. don’t you dare to set me up again .. or even think of it!” .. I had to smile about myself.

“Just wait until I fall in love - don’t rush me, okay?”

“So .. there is a guy?” .. Louise grinned at me.

“Lou, you know me .. it doesn’t have to be a man, and I won’t ‘sort’ people I might fall for by their gender .. I couldn’t .. even if I wanted ..”

“But..”

” .. which I don’t.”

Yes .. that was stressful .. my mate asked me that question after a long day and an exhausting conversation whether gay couples should be able to adopt children.

Of course I was anything but  non-involved. Lets just say .. my entire class knows my thoughts about that. Thankfully some of them share my opinion.

….

So that was just a little anecdote to begin with.

Actually my topic will be about different kinds of sexuality and love.

But is it really that different? Do we need those labels to define us?

TO BE CONTINUED IN A FEW HOURS!