"If that were true, I was fully ready to accept my fate as a straight woman. I considered my encounters with women a diverting side hustle, while my long-term career plan lay in heterosexual pursuits. But I still suspected the existence of a more erotically compelling corner of the queer universe that I simply hadn't uncovered yet. My roommates eagerly accepted their assignment."
"They took me to Jell-O wrestling night at the local dyke bar, to a "gender-funk" social at the student center, and to a house party where I clumsily hit on a lesbian heartthrob destined to become a celebrity journalist. Because it was 2009, and because no one in this story was too proud to embody a queer cliché, my friends also suggested I audition for a campus production of The Vagina Monologues."
One month into senior year after a breakup, a student asked queer roommates to create a semester-long plan for sexual self-exploration. Prior encounters with women felt soft and gentle, leaving a sense of friendly intimacy rather than erotic intensity, which raised doubts about a lesbian identity. The student considered herself possibly straight but remained curious about more compelling queer experiences. Roommates arranged outings including Jell-O wrestling, a gender-funk social, and a house party where she awkwardly hit on a lesbian. Friends also encouraged an audition for a campus production of The Vagina Monologues, introducing a new social and performative avenue for discovery.
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