January 20, 2011
This girl once said that I could only see women as hopeful shapes on the horizon. That up close I saw too little of myself to hide my disappointment. I’m paraphrasing a little. A proper transcription would be artlessly and unfair. It stung. I hated feeling solved and ordinary. I suspect she wanted me to argue. To push for something that left us less diminished. And I would have, but I couldn’t understand that she was asking, tell me why I’m different. And she was.