Your fluffy, curly brown hair hints at tenderness, as do your hands, ever full of books. Also, like me, most of your friends are girls. Cautiously coming into my queerness, I am learning the necessity of collecting and interpreting meagre clues of acceptance as a form of survival. I’m also looking for signs and studying behaviours to determine if there are others like me. Might you be attracted to boys, too? Maybe I’m not the only one?
