My Favorite F***ing Movie: For the Girls Who Go Both Ways (Jennifer’s Body)

This essay has been coming for more than a decade. Sometimes I think it’s been inside me my whole life.

That’s the thing about sexuality, the thing that I’m relearning over and over: it is as expansive and as fluid as the ocean. It is—maybe not for everyone, but certainly for many, and definitely for those who care to do the work of exploring it—an ever-changing, ever-evolving creature.

But let me rewind a little.

You have to understand, especially if you’re younger than I am, that growing up in the early aughts was an extremely oppressive time to be queer. I can only think of one boy in my entire graduating class who was gay and out, and not only did many of my classmates mock him on a regular basis, but some parents did as well (yes, it was disgusting). Another example: One time in middle school, my best friend and I bought matching t-shirts at the mall, thinking it would be cute and fun to wear them to school the next day.

Fam? We spent the entire day fielding insults.

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