The Miseducation of Cameron Post

by Emily M. Danforth

It felt really good to do something that made no sense at all.

Lindsey in my head said, Funny—my sin seems pretty fucking special considering that you’ve built an entire treatment facility to deal with it. What I said out loud, though, was “I don’t think of myself as a homosexual. I don’t think of myself as anything other than me.”

“I don’t think I feel any closer to God, either,” I said. “Maybe God feels closer to you,” he said. “Is there a difference?”

“Dane’s right—you do talk like a hamster wheel.” He tucked hair behind his other ear, though it didn’t need to be done. “Dane’s got a great way of putting things, doesn’t he?” “There you go,” I said. “Spin, spin, spin.”