That was then; this is now. It’s September and I’m back in school. Here I am, a senior at last, and I couldn’t care less. The summer was great, I’ll give it that, but only because of Cal. We spent every moment together and never ‘did anything’ (Take that, Mom!) If my sister tried to sneak up on us we’d kiss, but it was never the thrill it was the first time when both of us were wondering. By the third and fourth time we both knew. There was no point in ‘exploring’ the straight thing any longer. That was it; we were both what we were. Whatever I was, I still couldn’t get my head around if I were possibly ‘a boy trapped in a girl’s body’ or ‘just’ a lesbian. I didn’t even like the word; gay was bad enough but at least it was easy to say. Unless, or course, the words ‘I am’ came in front of i
