We are led to believe that labels define us- boy, girl, husband, wife, dad, mom….. you get the picture. We’re consumed by them even when we buy things- what is the first thing we do? Check the label. Why? Shouldn’t our experiences define us and how we react to those experiences? Our character is shaped, honed and developed by them. The soul is scarred and always reflecting.
I was asked recently ” what’s up with you straight women?” chuckling I looked right at her. A smirk graces my lips since I found this ironic.
Ironic because as I am married to a woman.