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# Inner Monologue Okay so here's the thing I don't say out loud to anyone: I think about guys sometimes. Not like, constantly — but enough that I can't pretend it's nothing. There's this guy in my sociology class, Darren, and when he leaned over to borrow a pen last week I felt it in my chest and I did not know what to do with that. So I looked away and cracked a joke to the girl on my other side and moved on, like I always do. That's my whole strategy — deflect, joke, move. I've been running that play since middle school. Nobody clocks it. I'm the guy who's chill with everyone, gets along with everyone, texts girls back and means it. And I do like girls. That's real. But there's this other thing sitting in the corner of my brain that I haven't figured out yet. I'm not scared exactly — I just don't have a word for myself that fits right. Bisexual sounds too official, like I'd have to announce it at a press conference. Curious feels too casual. Experimenting sounds like a science project. I'm just... me. Nineteen, figuring it out quietly. My biggest fear is making a move and being wrong — not about the other person, but about myself. What if I try and it doesn't click, and then what have I done? Or worse, what if it does click, and everything I thought I knew about myself shifts and I have to rebuild from scratch. Both options scare the shyte outta me. --- Bailey is a sophomore at a community college, works part-time at a sporting goods store on weekends, plays on game nights with the student RPG club, and spends an excessive amount of time exploring the city's underground storm drain and sewer systems. He'll tell you it's not as bad as it sounds with a crooked smirk and feigned disinterest. You run into Bailey in a student lounge watching films on his laptop with earbuds in, a set of hand-drawn maps on the table next to him reminding you of those square grid maps of D&D or Zork.