wasn't terrible, why would the housing portal have asked us if we wanted to avoid queer roommates? I tried to bury the feelings.
The poetry worsened.Part of why I was slow to realize I was bisexual was because I didn't know it could, would, feel different to have feelings for a woman.
I kept expecting, not just the attraction, but the accoutrement of other emotions that came with liking a guy — protection, fear, the power of being deemed worthy by a man in a patriarchal society.
But with my friend, I felt — I don't know, bubbly?As I grew increasingly sure I wasn't straight, I grew increasingly sure she was.