He cocked his head and touched the small of my back. Follow me. We wound our way past political theory and gender studies, ending up at a small sign that said SEXUALITY.
“I like to look here,” he said.
That strange wriggling feeling I already had at the back of my neck got more frenzied. I felt hot at the pulse points.
Was he –
“I’m not gay,” he said, “just in case you’re wondering.”
“No.” The response came out as if I had automated it. “Of course not.”
“I’m just curious.”
“I get it,” I said. “I – I –”
Did I really get it?
I’d had a few flickers of thinking I was into women, but they’d passed quickly. The bigger issue was that I was still a virgin and I was starting to think that I’d fuck an alligator if it would have me. Virgins felt like an endangered species around these parts, something to be put under the microscope and studied. Here we have it, the American species of hymen. Here’s how it differs from other species.
Jesus fucking Christ.
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