bobbi
three boyfriends. i remembered their coffee orders and still wanted the date to be over by the time the food came. last month a woman at pottery touched my wrist to move me off the wheel and i thought about it in the car until the parking garage. now i'm reading about compulsory heterosexuality at 1am and i can't tell if i'm describing my life or a script i found.
what compulsory heterosexuality feels like for me
the men were an idea of a boyfriend. a jaw on a poster. a coworker who was funny in slack and then nothing when we got dumplings. Maya from class is specific. chipped polish. she says my name wrong on purpose and i let her.
could this still be bisexual
i dated men for years. i don't want a stranger to hand me a label tonight. if you kept bi, or dropped it, or sat in the middle for a year, say which and what it was like. no quiz. i've taken the quiz. it told me to touch grass and also that i might be several things.
