I know what I want and what I don’t want. I’ve never wanted sex. Never. I’ve never understood why it has to be in every book and movie and television show ever made. I never figured out why porn is such a huge thing. I'll be fine if no guy ever takes his shirt off for me. I’m not scared, I just don’t want it.

Now, listen. I would. Rather. Hug you. Than be with. Anyone else. Just. Hug you. Do you. Want to. Hug me. Back.

Not a robot, not a freak, not confused. Just a girl.

I just . . . didn’t know we were the only ones.”“Well, you are,” I say. “And I don’t feel like I have to make that big a deal of it, or—or ‘come out’ in some big way or anything. I don’t want to.”“No, I get that. I’ve never had the urge to stand in a public square and say, ‘I wanna do the dirty with menfolk.’ ”“Exactly.