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I never really questioned it. I can't remember exactly how old I was when I could comfortably put a label on it, but I always knew. It always seemed to fit, always seemed normal to me. I can't remember exactly how old I was when I realized my 'normal' wasn't particularly praised in our society.

At times, I tried to convince myself I was one extremity or the other; my title felt like such a cop-out, like I couldn't make up my mind, or like I wanted attention for being different. Being a-typical by everyone else's standards was not an option for me. But the opposite of the spectrum left more to be desired, needs unfulfilled, loose ends untied. So now I've comfortably settled in the middle ground, swaying a bit from time to time, but firmly rooted and content.

To a lot of people, this label is temporary. It's a trend, something that can be discarded and forgotten. For me, it's ingrained in every cell of me--from the pink flesh on the inside of my eyelids and the mole on my hip, to that scar on my leg from a razor blade gone wild and the callous on my left pinky toe. The most insignificant parts of me wave the title like a banner, and I feel no shame in having it written across my forehead.

Have you guessed it yet? Do you know my big secret? Do you really know what I am? Yes. I am guilty as charged of all of the above. I do not plead insanity, I plead individuality.

I am bisexual for life, not for the span of my college residency. I am Pagan, without a doubt, and not because I promote anarchy. I have gothic tendencies, but I do not cut myself. I am a girl who despises the color pink, and I can't get enough of Halo 3. I am a nerd with a social life and a fashion sense. I am the antonym to all your stereotypes, and there's not a god damn thing you can do about it.

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I never really questioned it. I can't remember exactly how old I was when I could comfortably put a label on it, but I always knew. It always seemed to fit, always seemed normal to me. I can't remember exactly how old I was when I realized my 'normal' wasn't particularly praised in our society.

At times, I tried to convince myself I was one extremity or the other; my title felt like such a cop-out, like I couldn't make up my mind, or like I wanted attention for being different. Being a-typical by everyone else's standards was not an option for me. But the opposite of the spectrum left more to be desired, needs unfulfilled, loose ends untied. So now I've comfortably settled in the middle ground, swaying a bit from time to time, but firmly rooted and content.

To a lot of people, this label is temporary. It's a trend, something that can be discarded and forgotten. For me, it's ingrained in every cell of me--from the pink flesh on the inside of my eyelids and the mole on my hip, to that scar on my leg from a razor blade gone wild and the callous on my left pinky toe. The most insignificant parts of me wave the title like a banner, and I feel no shame in having it written across my forehead.

Have you guessed it yet? Do you know my big secret? Do you really know what I am? Yes. I am guilty as charged of all of the above. I do not plead insanity, I plead individuality.

I am bisexual for life, not for the span of my college residency. I am Pagan, without a doubt, and not because I promote anarchy. I have gothic tendencies, but I do not cut myself. I am a girl who despises the color pink, and I can't get enough of Halo 3. I am a nerd with a social life and a fashion sense. I am the antonym to all your stereotypes, and there's not a god damn thing you can do about it.