Written by:
Kristin Egener
Photographer:
Laimah Osman
Well, it's been a long time since I last wrote. Way, way too much has been happening. Couldn't convince Jude to crash the prom with me after all. And our prom is so insanely stuffy, it would've been fun to shake it up a bit.
If we'd gone, I would have worn a tight, red leather dress with a slit up the side, and put my hair up with ringlets hanging down, and Jude would wear a tux and we'd ride up on a motorcycle (borrowed for the occasion) and I would have a long-stemmed rose between my teeth as we danced.
But Jude said she didn't want us to make a spectacle of ourselves, which, in my opinion, defeated the whole purpose of going. I was like, "What, we shouldn't even go?" and she looked unhappy and said, "Well, we could go but I don't think we should go together." "Who else do you think I'm going to go with?" I shouted.
She just shrugged. I think her expectations are just lower than mine or something, I don't know why. It's frustrating.
Then there was Miss Caroline. I've known Miss Caroline my whole life, she used to be my babysitter when I was little. I think my mom felt safe leaving me with her because she's very proper, but also extremely hard to rattle.
I mean, I'd be turning somersaults off the couch and crawling around on the floor playing imaginary war games with Baxter, her cat while she poured her afternoon tea, and she'd just say, "When Baxter is dead, would you like some juice and crackers?" She was never, ever judgmental, even when she disapproved of something I was doing. I still go over to her house and visit every so often, partly just to check on her because she's older now, but also to talk. So last Saturday I went over and while she was getting things together for tea, I said I had something important to tell her, and before I knew it, I just said it — that I like girls much better than guys. I wanted to put it sort of indirectly because I figured she'd be shocked if I said "lesbian" or "gay." Then I held my breath. But she didn't drop the teapot or anything. Just kept pouring and said after a minute, "Well, dear. That's very nice that you're gay." Deep breath. Then she said, "I hear that lesbian sex is very pleasurable." I couldn't believe it. Then she started talking about how most men are terrible lovers, except for her husband, who she said was really great.
I wanted to hide under the table, but we kept talking. "Don't look so shocked, dear," she said. "If we're going to talk about this, then we both have to be frank, now don't we?"
She's just so fantastic. We had a long, really honest talk, and it was almost six before I left. On the way home I sat down on a curb and I almost cried a little bit. I couldn't believe she was so cool about it all.
**smooches**
Regina
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