I’ve lived with seven men since my early 20s. None of those living arrangements have been romantic, or sexual, which isn’t especially surprising to me. I love dating men, and I love living with men; but it’s a simple fact that romancing someone and sharing daily life with someone are two different modes of love, modes that humans have mostly attempted to mash together into one relational container, to mixed results. So far, an appealing “both, please!” option hasn’t presented himself yet.