When Robyn’s best album, Honey, came out in the fall of 2018, I’d ensnared myself in a messy homosexual web. My best friend, Sarah, was in a toxic lesbian relationship with my toxic boyfriend’s best friend. (Give that sentence another read—I know the details are confusing, but it will help to have them straight.) Sarah and I were 20-year-old university students, and neither of us had been part of a queer couple before. We thought our first gay relationships would be affirming and liberating.