Chapter 4Raven hoped he’d hidden his disgust that this guy—who’d once been a very special friend—was into glam. He didn’t understand it. You might be homosexual, or even bi, but you were still a man and masculine, with a p***s and balls. You also had muscles stronger than that of most women.
Unless you were trans or queer, he simply didn’t get the feminine thing.
When they were boys on the reservation, they swam and hunted shells together, worked on a canoe his father was building and fished in the Klamath River for their family’s dinners. As puberty burst upon them they experimented sexually, which was what guys did gay or not. Not only did they find their blossoming manhood fascinating, they discovered they had no interest in plunging their c***s into a girl. Girls were okay as friends
