Whatever the hookup meant about my identity (was I bi now? Was I succumbing all over again to the rom-com fantasies of my youth?), I couldn’t help but smile at the possibility of a quarantine romance. When he went back to his room, I jumped in the shower. I held up my hands as he lifted my sweater over my head. In my life, the chapter on heterosexual romance, I thought, was closed.
Even after that relationship fizzled, I started hanging out at lesbian bars, continued dating women, and even came out to mother. That was the length of time that had passed since I’d fallen in love with a new friend on a backpacking trip to Europe and subsequently realized I was more attracted to women. Īs I ran my hands through my roommate’s chest hair, it hit me that I hadn’t had sex with a man in three years. If you have a story we should tell, please email. For Slate’s coronavirus coverage, click here. For the latest public health information, please refer to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention’s website. I Am One of the Students Who Got a False Positive at Rice UniversityĬoronavirus Diaries is a series of dispatches exploring how the coronavirus is affecting people’s lives. My Experience Was Very Different.Ī Mom Who Hasn’t Gotten Vaxxed-and Might Not Vaccinate Her Kids-Explains Herself
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