I sexually identify myself as a gray crayon. When i was a kid, I grew up fatherless. I was already confused. To fill that emotional void momma bought me a pack of freshly packaged crayolas. You see, growing up we were poor. Momma could only afford the all gray pack. I was still a very grateful child. I took the pack and ran up to my room and started drawing pictures of my long lost papa. I had to use my imagination to depict his facial features which were rather abstract. After i was finished drawing multiple gray pictures of papa, i got up to run down stairs as supper was ready. Today was burger Friday but, only with no beef, cheese, tomatoes, mayo, mustard, pickles, and lettuce. As i got up to rush down stairs for some delicious roasted buns i slipped and fell and wham! A gray crayon penetrated my anal cavity. I liked it. For some reason I liked it. It felt right you know? Like i was one of them. If it wasn’t for that fateful day of me getting dominated by a dismal crayola i would have not known my sexual orientation.