Nobody felt this much emotion in the world, and I needed to become anybody but me. I’d had a taste for straight guys (or “straight” guys, anyway) all my life, and each time it had ended in slash-and-burn devastation. I’d imagined guys like Nicky being into me a million times, thinking I saw a habit or noticed a little tic that pointed to Gay Town, and then I’d fall desperately in love with them only to come to school the following Monday and watch them make out with
