About five years ago, when I was in my late 20s, I lived with a woman named Ellie. She was cool in a tattooed, hipster way, and we had a lot of interests in common. Being bisexual, I was attracted to her. Though I knew she sometimes hooked up with women, I didn’t want to ruin our roommate dynamic and make a move. It’s hard to find someone whose schedule and personal habits match up with yours. She was great to live with and I didn’t want to rock the boat.

When Ellie started dating Dan, I got a little jealous. He was about a decade older than us and as handsome as hell. It drove me nuts to see them canoodling in our tiny apartment. They’d be nuzzling each other in the kitchen in the early mornings and cuddling on the couch at night, and I was so freaking attracted to both of them that sometimes I had... Read More