"Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)"
Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

There are a lot of paradoxes involved with realizing you exist. In my opinion, the chief among these is:
You are unique. Just like everybody else.
Since this is rather obviously true, what value is there to individuality? If everbody had a large ingot of gold in their back pocket, what value would a soft, pretty metal have?

The other big paradox I've been pondering is sexual identity. I'm queer. I like dick. In a perfect world, this would, of course, be no big deal. Even in this world, it shouldn't, in a lot of ways, affect anything outside my bedroom. But it does.

In addition to liking men for sex, I'm emotionally attracted to them as well. I tend not to get along well with most gay men, which means I have a lot of lesbian, straight female, and straight male friends. This makes dating kinda difficult. And it's really inconvenient when I start to form a big crush on one of my straight male friends.

My sexual identity also means that expressing affection in a sexual manner makes me liable for arrest and jail time in a large number of states, and even possibly execution in other countries. All this for something that matters not a whit on a day-to-day basis, but permeates everything I do and think.

Gotta love the irony there.

I don't, unfortunately, have any answers to these issues. I'm just expressing opinions and confusion. Witty commentary, and possibly solutions, appreciated.

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