In fact, the one person I got the closest with was my design school boyfriend who waited until we were lying naked on his dorm room floor to tell me he was gay. It was so horrifying that I still cringe when I think back to my awkward response. My exact words as I lay there, spread-eagle and waiting for him to enter me were, “Good on you.” Honestly, I should probably discuss that with a therapist at some point in my life.
