When I was eighteen I was pretty sure that my mother was gay.
Not that she’d ever expressed an attraction to women. Actually, she’d never really expressed an attraction to anyone (aside rom George Clooney, otherwise known as Thursday Night Dreamboat Doctor Ross, although I was more of a Noah Wyle girl myself), and the idea of my mother as a sexual being seemed completely foreign to me. At that point she’d been divorced for five years, and as far as I was concerned she didn’t have sex. Or want to have sex. Ever. End of story.
But still, I was pretty sure she was gay.
See, I found this book. I was in her room, doing my best impression of an intrepid girl detective and rummaging through her stuff. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular, but you never knew what you might find – a nice set of fake pearls, the…
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