what do you ascribe as?

sometimes spirits are so inclusive and all encompassing, and ever uncomfortable that it's annoying. i wonder why people ask me the questions they do. and i resist, and i make a snide remark. we'll let you know, boundaries have been crossed. people ask because they want to know. because that is how we make sense with the world, that's how we make meaning. because we want to know. i do not have the right to know what i don't know, until i know because someone invites me to know it. they must love it, for me to believe. they must have faith in it, before i do. before we were dust, before we were a memory, i was with God, wrapped up in the sweet unseen blanket of the universe. there was he too. and we knew that we would meet each other at a time like this and walk, and take pictures of him, he of me, mental, i of him, in his dichotomy afraid to choose one, God or queer, and he chose both.