On being undefined, unwritten
I was talking to S about the dating scene and he told me about a woman who had all her self-definitions at the ready. He reminded me of a job interview I had years ago in San Francisco, where the woman asked me, “how do you define yourself?” and I wasn’t quite sure what to answer. And I said, “how do you mean?” and she said, “well, I’m a lesbian, a hiker, a _____” – I don’t even remember what the blanks were for her but I know this – the blanks still exists in me – I am not sure I want a definition – how about defying definition? How about a little mystery instead of definition?