A Hot Glue Gun Mess by Mr. Kate

Author:Mr. Kate
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollinsPublishers
Published: 2015-05-13T04:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 27

LESBI HONEST

Lesbi honest—I kissed a girl and I liked it. Okay, enough of my twenty-first-century pop culture references (Jersey Shore and Katy Perry, respectively). Honestly, my first experimentation with the same sex happened at sixteen—I know, you’re thinking I got around, but hey, what else is there to do as a teen? School, homework, and carpet munching!

Her name was Kalina and her parents were foreign. She was a beautiful, tall, brunette girl with acrylic nails and a predilection for crop tops. She was known as the bitch in my school, with her haughty attitude and tendency toward judgmental comments. I’ve always had a thing for outcasts—like a fabulous outfit, they’re intriguing because they’re different. Kalina was just that, a sassy, low-cut-jeans-wearing loner lesbian who had been out and proud since the age of fourteen. We enjoyed shopping, listening to No Doubt in her Toyota 4Runner, and going to the tanning salon. Kalina was very well groomed and inspired me to get my own set of acrylic nails and use a heart-shaped sticker on my hip when I was in the tanning bed to get a “tantoo.” #ugh. We were good girlfriends, like friends who were girls who talked about boys and in her case, ex-girlfriends.

That spring I invited Kalina along on our family trip to stay at our apartment in New York City’s Upper East Side. My mom had rented a cute and homey apartment the year prior, in what was framed as an attempt to reconnect with her beloved New York City but was more likely an effort to escape a disintegrating marriage (my parents divorced that summer). I was excited to have a friend along on what would have otherwise been a tense family trip.

I felt so sophisticated with my new lesbian bestie. It was springtime in the city and Kalina and I had a blast hitting up SoHo for shopping sprees and Central Park for laugh-filled picnics. My parents let us go out at night since we were taking cabs, as long as we were back by 12:30 A.M. We ventured to Eighth Avenue, got horrendous fake IDs, and tried to get into a strip club. We were denied by the greasy bouncer, not because he didn’t believe our IDs but because the rules stated that all women had to be accompanied by a man. Sexist! I was with a damn lesbian who liked women! I was infuriated at the sexual injustice, and Kalina was a horny lesbian on a mission. We hung out near the seedy place until a suit-wearing man wandered up. We pulled him aside and told him our sad tale. Apparently he saw the opportunity for some tail and gladly agreed to be our male escort into the booby cave.

Inside, I have to say, I was disappointed. I expected a land of lithe ladies with the most perfect perkies you ever did see. Instead, some lady with very

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