“What do you want?” Eli asked. That was the question, wasn’t it? The same one they’d been asking themself since they were a stupid teenager surfing queer chat websites, asking questions—is this normal? Does it have a name? Wait, really? IDK, I feel different—watching amateur porn filled with strap-on sex and men with cunts, buying sports bras that were one size too small, screwing their economics professor after class because he called them
