Ahhh, more stories where Joyce Is Just Me.

I remember my first real romantic relationship.  I was absolutely terrified of sin, and she was a lesbian who didn’t know it yet.  What an amazingly mutually-safe relationship!  I kept my desires successfully bottled up, and she was an unwitting(?) accomplice to my chastity, what with me not having anything for sale that she wanted.  And it was safe.  So frustratingly safe.  WHY ISN’T ANYONE DISRUPTING MY SAFETY i mean yes let’s remain pure i’m glad this was both our idea

Build up those arbitrary guidelines, Joyce.  It might be bullshit you’re peddling, but protect yourself until you’re ready.

(and yes, Joyce’s thing with Ethan in Dumbing of Age was, like a lot of stuff, semi-autobiographical)