The conversation happened when I was an awkward, ugly, bookish teenager, ridiculously well-read but with no social skills, homeschooled half the time and attending community college the other half. I’d been homeschooled in an extremely conservative and paranoid group; my siblings were being brought up a little more loosely. The chastity swing-dances of which I’ve already written were a thing of the past, and I considered myself too old for them anyway. I had never been to a prom;... Read more