imogen, obviously is a sapphic romance novel about a senior in highschool named imogen who discovers her bisexuality after visiting blackwell college and meeting her friend emilia's queer friend group. this also, in many ways, reads to me as becky albertalli's semiautobiographical novel about being forced to come out after writing simon vs. the homo sapien's agenda, because she got so much hate online for "appropriating queerness as a straight woman". 

this book is a perfect picture of what it was like to immerse myself into online lgbt communities after realizing i was a lesbian. everyone is on your ass all the time. that's all i can say. it sucks to know in your heart that you are completely accepting of everyone, and furthermore, on the same page as everyone, and yet you still have to prove yourself and avoid the smallest slip-ups to avoid getting a stern talking to about how you have "some work to do" from some fucking random (who definitely also has "some work to do" of their own..). 

page 49 (on digital) completely mirrors the thoughts i was having about internet discourse and morality in general as a baby teen. "am i allowed to love this?" and the answer is YES!! the second you delete your account the answer will literally appear in front of you in neon lights. not everyone is going to agree with you on everything. often there is no right answer, no one correct thought. everything is just you. if believing in something is making you stressed and giving you more anxiety (even though it's the "correct opinion") then you don't actually believe it. you connect to what you connect to. live your life shamelessly.