Meet and Greet

I walked into an auditorium filled to the brim with people of all shaped and sizes. They were all wearing lanyards with nametags that said who each of them were, in two initials and two words or less. I smiled, nervous, and was surprised to see a few smile nervously back at me. After a minute, I took a deep breath and spoke.

Hello. I was asked to talk to you tonight about what it's like to be a member of the LGBT community, but most of you already know exactly what that's like. So, I was thinking about this talk I'm supposed to give you, and I would like to do a little exercise. In the pocket of the chair in front of you are sheets of stickers. Name tags, more or less like the ones you are wearing. (By the way, you should remove your lanyards for this exercise.)
*rustling as the lanyards are removed*
Take as many name tags as you need and write on each one a label or stereotype that has been used to hurt you. Then, press them over your heart, overlapping, but more like patchwork than a neat stack.
*more rustling as this is done, clear my throat*
Faggot, fag and queer, remove these labels.
*RIP*
Confused, Abomination, Freak, remove these labels.
*RIP*
Sissy, fruit, pansy, homo, remove these labels.
*RIP*
Butch, femme, dyke, remove these labels.
*RIP*
Can't-Choose, Greedy, Faker, remove these labels.
*RIP*
She-male, He-She, tranny, remove these labels.
*RIP*
If I haven't called your label, it is only because I haven't heard it before. Remove the unnamed labels now.
*RIP, RIP, RIP*
Now, take one more name tag. On it, write the label you give yourself, when referring to your sexuality or identity. Place it over your heart.
*rustling as this is done*
Gay, queen, and any other label for homosexual male, remove your labels.
*hesitation*
Trust me. There is a point to this.
*RIP*
Dyke, lesbian, and any other label for homosexual female, remove your labels.
*slight hesitation, RIP*
Transwoman, transman, and any other label for transgendered or transexual, remove your label.
*RIP*
Bisexual, Pansexual, Polyamorous, and anything similar, remove your label.
*RIP*
Asexual and anything I may have missed, remove your label.
*rip*
Now, stand,
*creaking as the chairs fold upward, empty*
and look around you, at these people, who, despite their differences, stand beside you as equals. There is no need for us to label each other and ourselves. There is no need to be divided. Why is it the "LGBT" community, and not simply "The Community"? What is the point of specifying, except for clarification?
We are all human. We are all equal. We are all as we should be, emotionally and mentally. Remove your labels.
*silence*
Now, put your lanyards back on, and let me see your names. This, the name, is the only label any of us needs.
*rustling as this is done*
Now, let's get to the real event, and meet each other as equals and friends.
*applause*