we refer to ourselves as bi over drinks and in private text threads with ease, but never claim the label in public. “Bisexual” is another word that feels dramatic—we’re not sure if we deserve it. On top of that, it’s impossible to separate our queerness from Cole Craig’s backyard—to know if we’re attracted to women because of the male gaze or in spite of it; to determine whether our impulses stem from lust, objectification, a feeling of sisterhood, or all three. It’s hard to tell if we lost our agency, or if, as young women, agency was never really within our reach.
