“I feel fine I guess,” I answered. She was in the habit of asking questions at inconvenient times. I had lately begun to grow tired of it. “How about you?”
“No, I don’t mean right now. I mean in general,” she looked up and caught my eyes. There was a fire there I hadn't noticed before. She paused, keeping eye contact. “What’s it like to be so frigging gay?”
I scoffed. “What?”
“You know what I mean.” She looked back at her fingernails. “I know you have the hunger.”
I laughed, not understanding what she was saying. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“The hunger. You know… the hunger for male genitalia.” She smiled.
“Baby, you lost me.”
“Okay.” She nodded in a mock gesture of understanding. “That’s what I figured. Forget it.”
“No, wait!” I said. She had pushed me and now I was going to push back. “You can’t just say something like that and expect nothing to happen.”
