It seems in an age where people all want to be equal, people tend to cling to labels to define who they are. Having grown up around different types of people, you hear about labels all over the place – you have the punks, the preppies, the jocks, the goths, the nerds, the outcasts – the list goes on and on. Many labels that we plaster on ourselves have to do with our lifestyle, and I had the good fortune to get to know many friends in the Gay & Lesbian community – at least…………that’s what it was called back in the day. Later on, you had those who loved both sexes equally to be known as “bisexual”, and so the community was renamed to the GLB community.
The next letter to be thrown into the soup was “T” – for transsexual – or transgender. The acronym grew once again to GLBT (arrange the letters however you prefer – I’ve seen many variations on this.
Not to be outdone, “I” (for “intersexed”) was added, soon after by “A” (for “aesexual”) and “Q” (for “queer). Now we have this great big alphabet soup of an acroynm for this community called “LGBTQIA” – someone rearranged the letters later on to spell out “QUILTBAG”, which strangely enough, does use every single one of those letters.
I often wonder………how many more letters are going to be added to this mix. Should we add “S” (for “straight”) to denote a special status for everyone else? One sometimes wonders when the label bundle is going to get so long and so convoluted, that people are just going to abandon it altogether?
Why label anything – or anyone – based on how they live their lives? I guess it’s a societal thing that we have just grown to accept and attach to being part of the world we live in. It’s normal, I suppose.
You have people who choose not to have any labels at all, yet end up labeling themselves in the end anyway. I suppose it’s a human failing – we’re imperfect. We were never meant to be perfect – we are who we are. We are meant to be the way we are……..that’s just how it is.