sentence was, like, “i don’t know if i can be friends with them because i’d feel like they were, you know, hitting on me the entire time or, you know, checking me out the entire time,” and, um, i was really hesitant to tell her, but it sort of just slipped out actually the day after i had come out to my roommate, and, um, she was, she was a total sweetheart about it. i mean, she looked me dead in the eye and with like the sweetest, most sincere voice said, “you know what, if anybody tells you that this is wrong, and that you, you know, you loving 