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It wasn’t the first time I’d been with someone, but it was different this time. Maybe it was because when I told them I was bisexual they weren’t like the girls who thought I was *really* a lesbian; they weren’t like the boys who thought it was hot. Maybe it was because when they told me they were genderqueer I just said that I knew and they cried as they smiled at me. Or maybe it was just because our limbs fit together, maybe because it tasted like salt water and was the colour of sunlight through grass. Or maybe it was just all these things.
