Thinking Out Loud
A lesbian's search for the perfect straight guy
TIhe first writing I ever got published was an essay about my frustration with straight men. It was really more of a screed, albeit a funny one. I wrote it in an emotional purge after an old family friend, a man who'd known me since I was a kid, rather artlessly came on to me after we'd spent a few after-work dinners together at a local Indian restaurant we both enjoyed. He had known for years that I was a lesbian, and had apparently read my comfort and ease with him as a sign that I wanted him.
I nearly ripped his head off and we haven't spoken since. Partly that's because his come-on included a bad …
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