One freshman biology lab, I was grouped with an OK guy and the only out girl in my grade. We were supposed to be dissecting worms.
On that particular day, the guy was playing against type. “I bet you want to see ‘Jennifer’s Body,’” he said to the girl suggestively.
We had all seen the ads for the movie, which featured a scantily clad Megan Fox. By 2009, Megan Fox was not just a sex symbol, she was the sex symbol — a universal barometer of hotness.
And she had recently come out as bisexual in Esquire. At that point in my life, I was coping with my own closeted lesbianism by pretending homosexuality did not exist.