Set the Record Straight

by Hannah Bonam-Young

Literally. It felt like I had been wearing 2D glasses at a 3D movie. Suddenly, my photography got better, I was happier, and—this could be unrelated—I finally got boobs.

Did I adopt a cat the very day after my fiancée left me? Why thank you so much for asking. Yes, I did. Do I regret it? A fair amount, actually, yes.

Clara was special. Is special. She’s a mosaic of a person. So many differing, unique elements that create one perfect thing. A little chaotic and a whole lot of mess involved—but beautiful all the same.

It is not easy to carve a spot for yourself in a mountain when your male colleagues have chisels and jackhammers, whereas you have nothing but your fingernails.”

She’s been on top for a while now, and I suspect it should be my turn to roll us and take control, but my bones have all melted. That’s her fault. I blame her.

“That really was incredible.” She kisses the side of my chin and curls around me with a knee across my lap. “Good.” I smile to myself. “I think I might be gay.” “Based on recent events,” she teases, “I’d have to agree.”

“Clara,” she interrupts firmly, “orgasms are supposed to be relaxing. So either go back to sleep or let me give you another one.”

She’s moving down the bed so quickly it’s hard not to giggle at her eagerness. And this woman thought she was straight less than a week ago.

I’ve got the world’s most incredible woman accompanying me and a warm blanket on her bed waiting for me that I’ve claimed as my own. Plus a cat I’ve grown quite fond of, despite his yelling tendencies. Life is good.

Love like a thin veil between wishing it’d started earlier and loving the way it began.”