It wasn't until about 5 years into my marriage that I started having crushes on women. Not just feeling-drawn-to-you crushes, but fantasize-about-you-in-the-shower crushes. I slowly started to put the pieces together.
One afternoon, she asked me if I could help her carry things back to her office. During our walk, I mentioned that some of my poetry was published in the college's literary magazine.
"So you're the new Emily Dickinson?" she asked with a wink.
"You know, a lot of historians think that Emily Dickinson was a lesbian." I held my breath. Pleasebegay. Pleasebegay. Pleasebegay. Pleasebegay.