I moved away from my best friend, my girl crush, and an entire family of friends at the end of 8th grade and I never let myself replace them. I went to two high schools and lived with 70,000 different parental figures. I was always at battle with one of the adults in my life and it left very little time for the discovery that goes on during teenage boredom. I knew I admired women more than men, I knew I didn’t have too many male crushes at school and I knew being gay wasn’t something I wanted. I didn’t want to come out, I didn’t want to marry a woman or have to decide who buys a ring, I didn’t want to adopt or carry and I didn’t know how to explain that to the 70,000 adults in my life, who unfortunately only ever seemed to care about my sex life. I knew, if they knew, I liked girls more, not only would all the teenage pregnancy jokes double but I’d never be allowed to leave the house again.