From Richard Nixon’s “I am not a crook” declaration, to Keith – someone’s most puce uncle – announcing that he is “not a homophobe”, we so often are the things that we most vehemently insist we are not.
I spent a great deal of my teen years proclaiming – to myself, at least – that I was not a lesbian. Now I’m writing this from a bed I’m sharing with my girlfriend and two cats.
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