The thing about labels...
Is that when I try to fit myself under one, I feel stuck, I feel like I can't branch out, I can't change.
When I was in middle school, a girl asked me out and I said yes because I liked them. I had never thought about labeling myself under anything before that. It just happened. But I was labeled as a lesbian after that so I was determined to be one (middle schoolers are weird like that).
When I was in highschool, I found out about trans people, and that shook me to my core. Everything about it made sense for me, but I was so deep into this label that I built for myself that I had a hard time coming to terms with the fact that that wasn't me.
After I started transitioning, I decided that I was straight (as straight as a trans guy can be), but the more I felt comfortable with myself and my body, I started to think that I didn't really relate with straight people like I thought I would. I thought my interest in guys was because I wanted to be one, but I was one, and it only grew stronger?
At some point I toyed with the idea that I was asexual and at another point, aromantic, but none of those felt right.
I finally decided that, maybe there wasn't any point in trying to label myself so hard. I outgrew labels like I outgrew t-shirts, because I'm always changing. People are always changing, and I understand why labels are important and why people enjoy wanting to label themselves, but I guess it's just not for me.
Of course, I'll never get rid of my trans label, but other than that, I'm just queer.
Peace Out, and Happy New Year to everyone who actually read all this.