Sexuality.
A complex issue with more than a couple of millennia worth of baggage behind it. It's also an issue that surrounds me and collects in my friends.
Spock and Uhura. Chekov and his youthful explorations. Sulu and his partner, Ben.
And yet, here I am – single. Alone even.
The last of the Kirk line, brother with fate unknown. Not that'd be hard to determine, given my status. But I've respected his… privacy. Burying my curiosity years ago in times long past.
My youth was chewed up chasing a dream. Or throw away in drinking and flirting. Flirting but feeling nothing, except an appreciation of beauty. Of personality. Of intelligence. Of whatever I'm admiring at the time.
And I'm fine with that…