Rubyfruit Jungle

by Rita Mae Brown

Leroy bet me I couldn’t find a pot of gold at the end, and I told him that was a stupid bet because the rainbow was enough.

She began to touch me all over and I knew I was really going to die. Leota

Why does everyone have to put you in a box and nail the lid on it? I don’t know what I am—polymorphous and perverse. Shit. I don’t even know if I’m white. I’m me. That’s all I am and all I want to be. Do I have to be something?’

And the ones who came over to ask me to dance left their Mack trucks parked outside.