Often, when we do see queer narratives in movies or on TV, they’re reduced to a single, recognizable story: Typically, a white character, usually a guy, has always known deep down that they’re queer, but felt they had to keep it a secret. Maybe they felt guilty or ashamed, or maybe they just weren’t ready to come out, but now their coming-out story is the focus of their entire existence.

The problem isn’t that this narrative isn’t real. For many, this is exactly how coming out goes. But for others, this couldn’t be further from the truth. Like me, who was a self-proclaimed ‘boy-obsessed straight girl’ with zero question until, one day, I was questioning it. It wasn’t until the opportunity to date a girl presented itself that I had to ask myself: Am I actually straight? For me that answer was no.