Sadly, in this column there's no description of pillow fights and kissing practice with consenting college ladies who boldly experiment with modern day conceptions of womanhood whilst wearing the latest lingerie fashions.
Instead, it's mostly just chatter about identity politics and proud proclamations of sexuality just in time for an uncomfortable Thanksgiving with the fam.
Take a peek:
For the past few months I labelled myself as a lesbian. I was comfortable and confident with this label and thought it was the one that best suited me. I like girls and hadn't found myself crushing on a boy in years.