I remember when my friend began to shift in her seat during our weekly video call as the end of my story crept closer. Filled with endorphins and excitement from last week’s events, I was stripped of my usual abilities to read her thoughts and hesitations. We were just girls talking about dating in college—what was so wrong with that? Girls talked about love and boys all the time, right? But we weren’t just talking about boys and love. We were talking about girls loving boys and girls loving girls. As I finished my story, I automatically asked, “What about you?” Complete silence radiated through my phone as my mind began to connect the dots. How could I be so ignorant? Of course she doesn’t have stories to tell me—she’s at Howard University, a historically black university....