The Storm Before Her.

Antipathy

"You said she did what!?"

My best friend, Karen, screamed as I narrated the incident of my mother catching me in the act. I didn't know what to say, I just kept on sipping on the juice we had ordered at our favorite spot, Rikkie's Place.

"What did you say?", she asked me.

"What did you expect me to say? Sorry.", I reluctantly replied.

Karen has been the longest friend I have kept around, not because I do not like to keep friends, but because, I am just not the type to stick around that long. Girl gossip, drama, all of that, isn't my thing.

And just like me, her story is a bit sad and hilarious but I just can't say it out loud because I would not want to hurt a sister's feelings- girl drama.

"How are things with Ed?", I ask her, switching the conversation. We weren't going to talk about masturbation all day- my masturbation.

"What do you think?", she asks, using a common figure of rhetoric, which meant 'terrible.'

"Men.", I sigh, while passing a croissant to her.

"Honestly Ye, I am done. He is always bringing something new up. He is stressing me out and he does not see anything wrong with his actions. He doesn't call, he doesn't text-"

"-sounds like Dennis to me.", I cut in and she bursts into laughter. I ally with her when it comes to her perspective of men. You might think they were birthed by the same woman. But that would make women the problem because a woman needs to give birth to a man, for a man to exist and later on become a bag of burden to woman. These species just don't appreciate anything, do they now?

"But you were cumming in loving memory of him.", she responds sarcastically.

"And that is why Ed treats you like an opp", I respond to her in the same tone and she gives me the middle finger.

"For real, Ye, what is the plan?", she asks. She has always asked and my response has been plain and simple- lesbianism.

Yes, LGBTQI+.

"You keep saying this, are you really serious?", she asks me.

"You think that I am going to spend the rest of my life with a man, who would eventually leave when responsibility sets in? Or worse, break my heart and leave me with children to start a family elsewhere? Or even worse, get depressed and feel inferior because he fell out of love with me and fell in love with Becky with the good hair?", I respond.

"Preach, 'Yonce!", she gives me a high five.

"Listen, maybe, just maybe I am just tired of men. Just maybe my soulmate is a woman. You just would never know unless you try.", I add.

"So, in other words, you are bisexual?", she asks.

"Nope, I am officially lesbian.", I answer her.

"Well, I dunno much about that. And I don't think I can."

"Because you are obsessed with Edmund's penis.", I say, downing the rest of my drink.

"Because I don't know how to try.", she responds.

"Girl, you just said you were tired, do you not want to explore? I mean, it is basically the same thing, just slightly different. I have seen more gay relationships flourish than heterosexual ones. Heterosexual relationships like yours is the worse type of failure but I wouldn't tell you that in the face." Before she cuts in, I interject.