I've titled this story "Beyond Labels" because that's what I'm trying to be – beyond the need for a perfect category, beyond the expectations of others. When I was 17 to early 20s, I began questioning my sexuality. I'd noticed signs – the guys I crushed on, the way I never quite fit in. But I never connected the dots. To me, it was just part of who I am, like having brown eyes or loving pizza. I didn't label it, I didn't stress about it. It simply existed. At 13, I had a crush on Jonathan Taylor Thomas. I'd plastered my bedroom wall with his posters, and my brother would tease me, saying I was gay. The idea never occurred to me. I was a sensitive kid with a tender heart, unable to bear watching others suffer. If a movie showed someone crying and in pain, I'd start sobbing. I sometimes found girls attractive, but I assumed I'd date them. It was what I saw in movies, in books, in the world around me. I never managed to get a girlfriend, eithe...