My name is Benjamin Newcomer. I am sixteen. I attend a high school in a suburb of a large city. I have a secret. A very dramatic secret. My secret has secluded me from my peers, family members, and friends. My secret… I believe in equal rights. And equal rights for all people, including the jews, the blacks, the mexicans, the homosexuals- yes, even the homosexuals.
You could call me gay. Or you could call me bisexual. Or you could call me straight, or pansexual, or maybe just Ben. These labels that define our sexuality, personality, individuality are just that. They are labels. Labels that people use to box up society into neat little packages. I am here to say to those people, “Here’s a run for your money.” Labels are comforting, but where’s the fun in life without a little ambiguity?