The one word, a simple, meaningless word, dropped into context in her comment. I knew she could say it, she could use it, because she was it. And it was safe. And if she was it and I was it, then she and I were us. And I was on the inside. She was gay and I was gay and my swing was gay. And it was fine and dandy and didn’t have a thing to do with me hitting the ball.
