Did I Just Out Myself to a Bunch of Primary Kids?

Not really, but a tiny bit.

Am I gay? Not that I know of.

Am I straight? Nope.


Despite some initial misgivings, I accepted the calling of Primary Music Leader a couple of months ago. Mom, who had the same calling some thirty years ago, suggested a game where the kids choose leaves off a tree, and the back side of each leaf names a song we then sing. I drew a tree and put Valentines on the tree. This rainbow was one of them. (Others included zig-zags, dots, hearts, and a sun.)

For the record (and that isn't saying much because one cannot be sure without a lot of experimentation that the LDS Church doesn't approve of), I'm ace. Or ace-ish. Perhaps demi, because I did feel that for someone once ... I think. It's been a while. I enjoy beauty on an aesthetic level, I long for a partner in life, and I am attracted to personalities, but sex is something I'm content to bypass.

Okay, so the colors for an asexual/demisexual person are white, black, grey, and purple. But I like rainbows, and all the other things fall under the rainbow-colored umbrella. Flag.

The bottom line is that I don't really care whether the kids know I'm not standard-issue. But I want them to know they're safe and loved if they aren't standard issue.

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