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May 24 - May 27, 2024
“There’s running from something,” Angela said, “and there’s running to something new.
She felt suddenly ancient. She was barely thirty-one. She’d already met, courted, married, and lost the love of her life. She was too young to feel this goddamn old.
The Two of Cups whispered of romance and love, of new relationships. A perfect pairing. Matched souls.
“Imagine it’s something you hate. Or someone. The forty-fifth president. Racists and homophobes. Brussels sprouts.”
“She left you like you didn’t mean anything. And you do. You mean something.”
“Sexuality is complicated. It’s not static. People change and sexuality can change too.” She took a sip of her coffee. “But this is you we’re talking about here. You’re pretty much the poster kid for compulsory heterosexuality.”
“Like this. The way I feel when I’m with you. Like I’m twelve years old and going through my first crush. Like I might explode if I don’t see you, talk to you. Like I don’t care about anything else in this whole messed-up world but what you think about me. Feel about me.”
“By kick her ass, I mean kick her ass true lesbian style, where I glare at her with my mouth all twisted up like a butthole and give her the silent treatment.”