"So, how was Homecoming weekend?" my mom asks.
I fight a blush and smile. "It was good." I hadn't told my mom who I asked to Homecoming, and since we had just started getting along, she didn't want to push it.
Thank God.
I wasn't sure I wanted to tell her I'm gay yet. I'm proud and terrified of what I am. And even more than that, I don't want my sexuality to define me. More than labels, I'm Me. Not Gay. Not a rebel. Not a tomboy.
I'm Mia Michelle Myers.
Not a label.