It could be. Since these factors are based on self-reporting, there's an unreliability. 10% just seems to be the number that stuck.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
Well by 10%, are we talking full on 100% woman-parts-make-me-sick gay? Because with that Kinsey scale, I'm guessing there's a very high number that fall somewhere in the middle, whether they'd ever admit it or not.
That's a really good point, Jordan. Many of the research papers I saw when I was studying gender/sexuality stuff back in grad school used pretty narrow definitions. (Mostly, self-reported gay or lesbian with no attraction to the opposite sexes. So, Kinsey 6s). That's another reason why many studies have been inaccurate: a divergence in what is considered "gay" by the researcher conducting it.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
"So odd to me that this is 'news' but proud to be who I am and always was. :)" Twitter.com/bsteggert
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body