Wherefore art thou Pookie Bear? by Deb Jennifer

My first real date with a boy was complicated – as all such dates are bound to be when you are a fourteen-year-old lesbian.  The first date itself wasn’t even that memorable (although my mother certainly made a big deal of it), but it set off a sequence of events that was extremely memorable.  I was a freshman.  My friend “Suzy” had a boyfriend, a senior, whose real name I…

Wednesday, February 7, 2007