*I haven’t been able to post about M since she started reading my blog. I have many in drafts, but keep getting stuck. I thought going back to the beginning would help…*
Alright, maybe a part of me always knew I wasn’t straight. I spent a lot of time justifying things when I was younger.
*Don’t all girls watch girl-on-girl porn? Who among us doesn’t make out with their friends when they’re drunk? We’ve all masturbated next to our female friend while watching porn and then make out, right?*
If I’m being honest, I had even fooled around with a couple of girls. I just still thought of myself as straight.
Until her.
I talk about M like she was a wildcard. She was, but she was fucking smart too. I studied my ass off and she kept up with me in our honors program without even trying. I liked her immediately and we hung out a lot because our classes overlapped, but she was the first woman I knew who was openly gay and not ashamed of it.