"I know what I am," Laurel replied, though she couldn'tt say it. "I accept me for who I am. I didn't always. I tried to fix myself and I couldn't. I learned a long time ago that you can't cure this, no matter what." She sighed and rubbed her eyes. Dozens of boyfriends in succession, but nothing more than chaste kissing that had felt so wrong.
"It's just that, until recently, I didn't think it was in the cards for me to even think about what I want." She chewed on the inside of her cheek. "I just don't want to lose my home and have them hate me." She shrugged. Maybe it was inevitable.