When someone asks me about my queer awakening, I cite the same story: I’m 8 years old in a dark movie theater, Amanda Seyfried is crawling on a beach toward a shirtless Dominic Cooper singing “Lay All Your Love On Me,” and with butterflies in my stomach, I am struck with the realization that I don’t know which character I have a crush on. And while the label of “bisexual” didn’t come until over a decade later, I walked away from that screening o…
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