Soon, like many queer women for whom men are (perhaps begrudgingly) a romantic option, I found myself disappointingly and unexpectedly practically heterosexual. I’d become one of those ‘bisexual’ women that elicit sideways looks from the rest of the queer community. The current that pulls so many out-of-practice queer women towards straight-seeming relationships is as strong and widespread as it is derided. Being in a same-sex relationship as a woman, in my experience, invites further male intrusions— more stares, shouts, and lingering touches. The very fact that we aren’t fed so many images, ideas and outlines of the way queer relationships should go means that they require more active communication.