I love my best friend. I always have- with a love that goes deeper than romantic love. I want to be with her always, and even though my young and girlish desire to somehow be wives has been replaced

Last year, I went abroad to Japan as an exchange student for six months. While I was there, I expected to develop some budding crushes on cute, lithe Japanese guys with dark eyes and fantastic hair

Catherine. I would watch her every day, sitting across the room from me in class, ambiguously butch. When I first saw her, I honestly wondered whether she was a female-identifying young man, or if