Chappell Roan’s “good luck, babe!”; Buffy the Vampire Slayer, seasons 4–7 (sans season 6, episode 19); seven-inch haircut; trip to the mikvah (Jewish ritual bath, marks transitions, total nudity, etc.); bad poems; good therapy (uninsured, good god); late-night there-theres from ChatGPT; movie marathons (The Incredibly True Adventure of Two Girls in Love, Loving Annabelle, Portrait of a Lady On Fire, Disobedience, Anaïs in Love, etc.); purchase of finger vibrator with ten unique settings (chosen because of the Amazon reviewer who complained it isn’t powerful enough); awkward encounter with the Barnes & Noble help-desk clerk about when/whether Thank You for Calling the Lesbian Line will be in stock; scholarly papers about the myth that rural life is antithetical/hostile to queerness (see also: gay awakening in a converted barn in Roanoke, Virginia); queer readings of Buffy; hyper-awareness of the body; hyper-awareness of other women; thrifted short-sleeve flannels and long jorts; changed relationship to time (second adolescence, a-before-and-an-after, etc.); the clit, good god; poorly designed online quizzes; the pros and cons of telling the grandparents while they’re still here; Project 2025, good god; Wikipedia searches to find out if they’re gay (and Jewish); a tricolor button on the favorite tote; pensive walks, gentle showers; shampoo infused with desert peach; weeping; ill-fitting labels; dearth of resources for queer girls in straight relationships (yet there’s always the beloved himself, the greatest resource of all); the algorithm flooding every For You Page with smiles and rainbows (at least for now, before these images are banned); loneliness, despair, holiness, etc.; babe—you still with me, babe?—thanks for calling, and good luck.