I had one of those late sexual awakenings. Reading about bisexuality at the late age of twenty-five, my turmoil made sense. I had feelings and yearnings about female friends and colleagues and strangers and celebrities that I didn’t understand.
Women liked men. Men liked women. There was no crossover. I mean there were, but that couldn’t be me.
Except it …
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