I make no claims.

I've decided to break away from as many labels as I can.
Obviously there are some I can't escape, but those that I can't, I wear with pride.
I am a woman.
I am a daughter.
I am a friend.
But the other ones. . .who cares?
Who cares who I pray to at night?
Or if I pray at all?
My faith is my business.
My faith does not define me.
Who cares which party I vote for?
Or if I vote at all?
I will not be defined by my president.
(for the record, I do vote. . I'm just sayin')
Who cares what my sexual orientation is?
My sex is my business.
And who I fuck doesn't define me.
Who cares what my job title is?
My job definatly doesn't define me.
It is a means to a meager living.
Where I live?
Who I talk to?
Whether my skin is white or black or darker or lighter?
Who cares about my age?
Who cares what I do to this body?
My tattoos, piercings or scars do not define me.
You may look at me and you may judge me based by my appearance.
But I will tell you this much, I'm sure you'll probably be wrong about me.
You don't know me.
And telling you that I am a christian,
Or an athiest,
or a buddhist,
or a republican,
or a socialist,
or a doctor
or a teacher
or a fucking dyke,
does that help you understand me better?
NONE OF THAT WILL DEFINE ME!!!!!
I will not make it easier for you.
I will shrug off your labels and indentities.
I won't sit nicely in your boxes, pigeon-wholed by you catagories.
You're going to have to get to know the real me.
Not by some means of an easy reference sheet defined by labels and components.
I won't let you skip through the process of stripping me down, layer by layer,
to see who I am at my core.
We are losing a beautiful experience
by simply offering up the Cliff's Notes version of ourselves.
But I want people to take the long road.
I want people to read the entire book of me.
I'm not a catagory.