Before I can stop myself, I start typing. Because the truth is this: I want to see him, too. I want to see him more than I’ve wanted anything in a while, and it is shocking and enthralling and terrifying to me. Yes, let’s hangout, I say, and then I start shaking. Okay, sweet, I’ll be over at eight-ish. I can’t wait to Netflix and chill with you! This stops me in my tracks. I know exactly what “Netflix and chill” means, in “straight language” at least – it means sex. And I don’t even know how to have sex with him, even though I know I may want to explore the option. Dicks don’t lie, and mine
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