“Was it hard?” he asked. “Like, being gay and dating a girl?” It was hard. Sarah had been my first and only girlfriend, but towards the end of our relationship the thoughts I’d long avoided had spilled in, like drops of food coloring into water, green fluid expanding until the ink was all I could see. And then my stomach would warp from the closeness of her body to mine, unknotting only as I turned my back to her in bed; and the old discomfort that grabbed me when Sarah and I fucked had gained new meaning, and I could see that the threads that had sewn us together were spun from cowardice. It
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