I
am
a
lesbian
looking
forward
with
nervous
excitement
to
attending
my
15th
year
high
school
reunion.
Unlike
many
of
my
gay
friends,
I
had
a
great
time
in
high
school.
I
was
a
cheerleader,
had
boyfriends,
played
sports,
and
was
even
homecoming
queen.
My
girlfriend
Margo
refuses
to
go
to
the
reunion
with
me.
She’s
a
bit
older
and
went
to
her
reunion
a
long
time
ago
and
hated
it.
She
says
my
so-called
friends
will
not
be
as
perky
and
happy
to
see
me
as
I
am
to
see
them.
She
says
they
are
straight
and
suburban
and
“not
very
imaginative.”
I
expect
to
connect
with
them
intellectually
and
emotionally,
even
though
many
years
have
passed.
But
Margo
says
I
will
need
to
prepare
myself
for
disappointment,
and
she
seems
judgmental
that
I
want
to
go.
Margo
was
a
bit
of
a
stoner/outcast
in
high
school
and
I
think
she
still
takes
it
all
too
personally.
She
seems
to
want
me
to
be
hurt
and
angry
like
she
is.
She’s
told
me
straight
out
that
she’d
prefer
I
stay
home
with
her
because
I’m
in
for
a
sorry
awakening.
What
do
you
think?
Should
I
press
Margo
to
go
with
me?
Should
I
expect
a
warm
welcome,
or
should
I
stay
home
with
Margo
and
stew
in
my
sour
lesbian
juices?
If
you
feel
compelled
to
attend
your
high
school
reunion,
dust
off
your
pom-poms
and
go,
but
don’t
drag
your
recovering-outcast
girlfriend
with
you.
Let
Margo
stay
home
and
relive
her
unhappy
high
school
memories,
perhaps
after
smoking
some
weed
and
eating
a
few
fluffernutters.
Don’t
expect
your
reunion
to
feel
like
a
homecoming.
You
may
have
fond
memories
of
wearing
your
tiara
and
presiding
over
the
prom,
but
if
you
were
doing
the
nasty
with
boys
back
then,
you
probably
weren’t
quite
the
same
person
as
you
are
now.
Despite
your
fantasy,
reunions
are
not
typically
a
place
where
people
connect
at
a
deep
level.
(For
this
experience,
you
must
enroll
in
yoga
camp
or
a
tantric
sex
workshop.)
Your
old
friends
will
probably
squeal
a
bit
and
then
comment
on
everyone’s
hair
and
weight
and
children,
but
you
probably
won’t
get
much
intellectual
or
spiritual
camaraderie
from
your
old
pals.
Try
not
to
be
crushed
if
people
don’t
remember
you,
perhaps
because
you
used
to
pluck
your
eyebrows
and
don’t
anymore.
If
you
do
have
a
lousy
time
you
can
praise
Margo
for
being
right.
Then,
as
a
healing
exercise,
you
can
write
a
little
essay
in
your
blog
about
visiting
the
foreign
land
of
your
somber
adolescent
past.
Aching
disappointment
and
hazy
adolescent
memories
are
the
stuff
that
blogs
and
memoirs
are
made
of.
My
girlfriend
Andrea
left
me
a
few
months
ago
because
I’m
ready
to
have
a
baby
and
she’s
not.
It
wasn’t
an
impulsive
decision;
we’ve
discussed
it
endlessly
and
we’re
just
in
different
places.
I’m
sad
about
losing
Andrea,
but
I
understand
how
she
feels.
We
ended
it
well,
for
what
that’s
worth.
Now
I’ve
lined
up
a
sperm
donor
(through
a
sperm
bank),
and
I’ve
changed
my
job
enough
to
accommodate
childcare.
I’m
a
little
apprehensive
about
doing
it
alone.
This
isn’t
exactly
what
I’d
imagined,
but
I’m
basically
ready.
The
problem
is
that
I’m
suddenly
meeting
all
kinds
of
resistance
from
my
mother
and
my
friends,
who
are
begging
me
not
to
rush,
as
if
I’m
25
and
haven’t
spent
the
last
10
years
talking
about
having
a
baby.
They
are
warning
me
that
a
baby
will
put
the
kibosh
on
any
romantic
possibility
I
might
have
for
the
future.
I
hope
that’s
not
true.
But
if
I
were
pushed
to
make
a
choice,
I’d
probably
choose
the
baby
over
some
theoretical
girlfriend.
Am
I
crazy?
Should
I
listen
to
my
mother
and
wait
a
few
months?
Don’t
let
your
mother’s
spinster
fears
influence
your
decision.
Your
plan
hardly
sounds
impulsive,
and
you
can’t
exactly
put
your
life
on
hold
while
waiting
for
a
new
partner
to
ring
your
buzzer.
Besides,
a
baby
isn’t
quite
the
scourge
on
a
relationship
that
some
people
like
to
imagine.
Many
of
your
luscious
lesbian
dates
will
actually
find
your
bouncy,
drooling
infant
rather
alluring.
Some
even
welcome
the
idea
of
a
ready-made
family.
Of
course,
having
a
baby
does
reduce
your
mean
number
of
relationship
prospects,
but
that’s
not
necessarily
a
bad
thing
because
you
wouldn’t
have
wanted
to
be
with
someone
who
loathes
little
ones
anyway.
The
trick
will
be
finding
someone
sane
and
lovely
and
crazy
about
babies,
who’d
be
delighted
with
the
package
deal
of
you
and
your
spawn.
