He was my best friend in high school. We dated for six months, and we were planning to have sex on our six month anniversary (my sixteenth birthday) – both of our first times. A week before our six months, I climbed in his window (he lived two houses down and his room was on the ground level – it was our usual way of seeing each other). I found him in bed with his pitching buddy…I walked out the front door and waited for him to finish.

—Pink Cheeks

Aftermath: He came out thinking I was going to chop his favorite bits off. I told him he was my best friend, and who he was is who he is, and I wanted him to be himself. It’s been five years, and I still find him in bed with men all the time. He really needs to learn how to lock the door.

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