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Advert part 2. Kiss my Arse

Chapter 2

Being born into privilege, I could pursue anything I wanted in college. So why Sociology? Why not Economics, Biochemistry, or Business Analytics? I've been asked by my parents the same thing, and my answer had always been a repeat; I understood myself in every way a person should know herself. It was to my grief that people and society in general didn't share the same reality. Because Sociology plays an integral part in helping people understand mankind, pursing such a course could be my way of helping others realize themselves and their potential. It was a humble approach for someone who lacked modesty, but that was that.

"Basically, you're telling me that you're going to spend three to four months doing a study about lesbians," Lulu said. That was what she meant anyway. Most people would hear something like, "Vesicahhly, yu av telling meee dat yu av goweeeng tu sphend tree tu fo month dooing ah stuhdy about les-bee-ans. . ." Her family had been in constant transit since she was born. Because of that, she adopted a weird accent that threw people off guard when speaking to her for the first time. I was used to it. Found it endearing even. We've been thick as thieves since high school after all.

"We, Lulu," I corrected. "We, not only me, are going to spend the rest of summer vacation researching and interviewing subjects." A flight attendant passed by, dragging with her a cart. "Excuse me," I said. The attendant stopped, affixing a polite smile on her face. It was super tempting to ask her for the most expensive wine they could offer. But I wasn't in the Roth's private plane or first class. Some things were best left for later. "Can I have a water refill please?"

After I have gulped down a glass and the attendant had rolled her cart away, Lulu said, "You used to hate flying economy. I remember the time when we went to France and you blamed Casper for getting the wrong tickets intentionally. You didn't speak to him for a week."

There was no use keeping secrets from Lulu. She knew me better than anyone. I leaned closer to her. "This is all part of our new life, Lu. The next few years are going to be hard for us if we don't start adapting to the environment. This is my simple way of submerging myself in normal life. I figured if I'm going all out with the study I'm making, I might as well change my own lifestyle. We're going to be anonymous from now on."

"No using your surname for once?" she asked dubiously. I shrugged. "Get out of here. I don't believe you." She pushed my face and all of its sincere expression away. "You're really serious about this book?" She had no reason to doubt me. I was in this 101%

"Yes, and it won't stop with just that. I'm also dishing out a weekly summary about my findings via a blog, like a journal. There will be pictures. There will be supporting evidence. It's all part of Sociology."

"You're crazy when you have an idea," she said resignedly. "Tell me something before I sleep the next hour away. You could have used any subject for the study. Is there any particular reason why you chose them? Lesbians I mean."

"Aside from its relevance and the fact that it will help us understand sexuality in general?" I tapped my chin. "Nothing in particular. It's Casper who's passionate about them. Consider this project a chance to indulge my older brother and leave my mark on the world." Lulu's eyes sparkled with interest. She had been taken by Casper since the 10th grade when she saw him skinny dipping in the pool. She'd always say that it was his personality she was attracted to, not his six pack and face. Yeah right. "Go to sleep, Lu. We'll talk about this when we get settled in the house."

She was fast asleep on my shoulder after two minutes. Everything about Lulu at this point would be sketchy to you, reader. I had introduced you to her voice, but you need more than that to go on. Each of us had a Lulu, a best friend. Yours could be a tall, black haired girl who loved to sing in the shower for an imaginary audience. It could also be a brunette who had smaller eyes and was better at everything than you, especially math. My Lulu was a dark skinned beauty with a strong jaw, brown eyes, and a shy smile. She was my Watson. The moon to my sun. The no to my yes. The hoe don't to my do it.