Lauren Slater considered herself completely heterosexual in a swoon over a woman until she found herself. The only thing kept? Finding out the intercourse part.

I’m in deep love with a lady. It will make no feeling; i will be straight—straight as a stick, as metal, as flint. My girl has gleaming hair that is black a perfect nose, a shapely lips bracketed by two deep dimples. Her title is Anna, not Aaaana, rhyming with banana, but Ahhhna, the a’s all soft and name that is sleepy—a wind inside it, a title that brings in your thoughts treetops and oceans. Read More