When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
I replied to their questions with yet another simple answer: “Just part of the change and it feels good for now.” Those who had been my friends the longest, those who knew about Jon, had already been through one big transformation in my persona, so another hardly seemed earth shattering. Back in law school, I buried myself in my books again and rarely came up for air. All my usual ties were cut, the clubs and restaurants and other places I frequented were scratched off my list. I saw my old friends less frequently; many I didn’t see at all; we talked and texted but that was it. This was my last year; if only I could get through it without another incident. As I left school for home each day, I took Quinn’s advice and traveled with a new pack of friends – a group of lesbian females I’d pr