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BEAUTIFUL
It’s morning in Sheffield, Iowa, sometime in the early sixties. I’m probably about eight, visiting for the summer. My grand-mother is getting dressed in front of the big mirror in the bathroom. I’m sitting on the closed toilet, watching, because at my house, with my no-nonsense mom, nothing this exciting ever happens. Grandmimi pulls on pantyhose, a slip. Her skirt, the matching blouse. A pin, bracelet, her rings. She steps into her high, high heels. Fluffs up her hair, nails it with hair spray. Spritzes perfume. She uses an eyelash curler, mascara, powder, rouge. And finally, she untubes her red lipstick and deftly colors her lips. Now I’m standing next to her. She knows I’m down here, by her hip. She tears herself away from her fabulous reflec-tion to swoop down in a cloud of perfume and hair spray for my morning kiss, full on the lips. Now I’m beautiful, too.
TURNED ON
We’re all at the counter of a local health food place, having a smoothie after class. I’m in graduate school with more lesbians than I’ve known my whole life. The class is even taught by a lesbian! Naomi is on one side of me, Beth on the other, and we’re supposed to be discussing a group project. I’ve only been out a little while and am living with a girl I met in a support group for bisexual women, but she’s nothing like these two. Naomi is a redhead, freckled, athletic, pushy, flirty. Beth is blond, smaller, more intellectual, shy. Butch. They’re both so butch. All of a sudden, a flush rises up my body, and I’m blushing, apropos of nothing we’re talking about. I laugh and hold my cheeks and say, “Gosh, I don’t know why talking about this project is making me blush like this!” They look at me, grinning.
EGG
In Japan, if you’re a neophyte at something, you’re called an egg. When you first enter a company, for example, before you learn all the ropes, you’re an egg. Tamago. New, smooth, waiting to hatch. I’m an egg at being femme. Dani says I’m doing things right, that the femme/butch vibe is there, but I sure don’t have a lot of experience. I say, “Don’t be mad if I do the wrong thing. I’m just an egg.” She says, “I like your eggness.” I know being femme is what makes the breath blow out of me when she calls and says, “Babe, I just wanted you to know that I was driving along here, thinking about your breasts.” Being femme is my hand on her bicep. Undoing her tie when we’re making out in her truck. Hiking up my skirt and lowering myself onto her dick as she lies on the bed, that look on her face.
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