![]() I crossed toward the girl who’d just walked in. shrugged off the tall butch in her brown vest who was bearing down on me, thumbing the curve of my waist. Dykes in hiking boots and windbreakers took one look at me, few that did not prefer white girls in that wordless unexamined way made a beeline. I was wearing the makeup from work and a filmy blouse. Some damp July night, I walked an hour to a bar I had heard was right. Now I had moved to a new city and wanted the real thing. Were bulwark against the terror of total inexperience. These assignations had given me a degree of confidence. In secretI’d posted on Craigslist in the sleepless reaches of the replied to a personal ad or two. In college I had not known how to get women. An excerpt from The Rumpus Book Club‘s August selection,ĪLL THIS COULD BE DIFFERENT by Sarah Thankam Mathews ![]()
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