It wasn’t her.
She didn’t inspire me to be a lesbian.
She didn’t turn me into a lesbian.
She didn’t encourage me to be a lesbian.
She didn’t make me a lesbian.
I was a lesbian already.
I recognised her gayness when I didn’t even consciously know what I was recognising.
She did no damn thing apart from exist in her fully authentic chaotic spark of self.
Her gayness chimed inside me because I was gay too.
Deadened lead into gold thread.
Merci à toi…mais surtout merci à moi.
Merci à la verité.