Make Room for Love

by Darcy Liao

She had been just another nice thing that he owned.

Lesbian drama was the one constant of the universe.

Women were interesting and beautiful.

She’d solved this puzzle long ago. She just wanted to be like other women. Right?

We’ve all been there diva

Maybe she did like women. She could take some time to consider it. Maybe put it off for another few months or a year while she got the rest of her life sorted out.

Oh queen

and you can also date women and fuck them and fall in love with them, and get married, live happily ever after, have a bunch of lesbian drama, whatever. You don’t need permission from anyone. Especially not from me. You can have all that, if that’s what you want.”

But she knew now that she was a woman who loved other women, and it felt good and right—like coming home to her apartment at the end of a long day.

“There are plenty of other women out there who would love the chance to treat you well. And some men, for that matter, though I’m not going to give you that speech again. This isn’t your only shot, is what I’m saying.”

Like she was nothing more than her body, and her body didn’t belong to her.

Loved being cherished and a little bit filthy at the same time.

Isabel liked to call Mira femme, and it was a thrill to be femme in moments like this: wrapping her manicured fingers around Isabel’s strap, being pink and frilly against Isabel’s flannel and denim and roughness.

“I’m thinking about what I want from you.” “Why don’t you sit on my face while you think about it?”