Just finished watching "Love, Simon". It's a beautiful story. The point especially where Simon mentioned how he hated it that only gay people had to come out, not the heteros. I mean, we all have lived with common standards for so long that everything different either stands out or just becomes a brave story for us to feel proud of. Can't they be just another story? Can't they be simply them? The thing is, we don't let them. They are all same as us, only difference is that they like John not Betty, or they like Shein not Randall- but who they like puts them into a whole new category for us. Because now they have to conform to the "gay" standards to prove their sexual orientation to us. I often think, why do we need people to do this and that just so they can be it for themselves? Or that why people need to be either this person or that person? Why not bits of everything they want to be or are? Being a human, a person, a complexity in itself is a beautiful puzzle- but why does it always have to be in colours we can see?! Why can't it be in shades we've never known, heard of, seen, smelt or even felt on the skin? Why can't it just be?