Boners, dykes, pubes, drag queens - I've discussed it all with my 13-year-old sister, Rose. We have a sort of no-holds-barred relationship; she can ask me anything and I'll be completely honest. Growing up, my Bubbi and I shared the same sort of communication and I treasured it, so I wanted to offer this kind of relationship to my sisters.
Without batting an eye, I've explained condoms, abortions, why I'm bisexual or "half-lesbian," and, to her surprise, that women get armpit hair. But recently, Rose asked something that gave me pause. She wanted to know why I don't date hot guys.