Cowering in his straight-guy-who-just-experimented-with-a-man-for-the-first-time corner for days on end until he finally feels comfortable looking at me again. I roll my eyes to myself. This is why I don’t hook up with straight guys. Every interaction is followed by all this self-doubt and reflection. It stresses me out. I have enough going on myself, what with murdering my sexual partners and all. I don’t have time to worry about them questioning their identities.
