Imogen: I will. I promise.
Julie: In the next two weeks.
Imogen: Bossy.
Julie: Learned from the best.
Imogen: Are you going to tell me now?
Julie: Yeah, but you're building it up too much. It's not a big thing. Just something I want to tell you.
Imogen: Okay. I won't make it a big deal. Unless you're doing something unsafe.
Julie: I am seeing someone.
Imogen: The prom guy?
Julie: No. A teammate.
She's not in a co-ed league.
Oh—
Shit.
Julie: A woman, yes.
Imogen: Does she treat you well?
Julie: You can have an OMG moment.
I am surprised. She's never mentioned a crush. She doesn't even call female celebrities pretty, not really.
Well, sometimes.
A lot of times even.
Imogen: When did you know?
Julie: I always knew. And I never knew too. I thought it was normal to have sexual thoughts about women. Part of growing up in a culture where women are over-sexualized.
She does listen to me.
Julie: Then we were drinking at a party after a game—no lectures, please—and we were laughing and we kissed and it just felt really good. Right.
Imogen: That's who you're seeing now?
Julie: Yeah. And she treats me very well. And, no, we aren't having sex, but we both got tested and oral sex on women is really safe anyway. I knew you'd lecture me otherwise. She's more experienced than I am. And she only likes women. I still like guys.
Imogen: Cool.
Julie: Cool? That's all.
Imogen: Do you want me to be shocked?
Julie: I was.
Imogen: What was it like, kissing her?