The margaritas had taken a strong hold on the trio and their language, of course, grew as salty as the rims of the glasses. Tammy, Deena and Allie, all close friends in high school so many years ago, had decided on a whim to get together on a foggy Thursday evening and catch up on old times. It was agreed before the tequila got rolling that it was nearly sinful for ladies who were so close so amny years before to become so distant when they all lived so close to each other. It was agreed after tequila that life created some crappy circumstances beyond their control. Their individual lives had overtaken their ability to keep in touch. Mr. Cuervo got the ball rolling and the tongues wagged lightly.
Deena was married with a son, Tammy was separated and had two girls. Allie was gay and not involved with anyone in particular so the matronly talk about husbands and children went mostly over her head. She smiled and played along anyway. The others were not really sure how to approach her homosexuality. It was a development that came about long after graduation. They left it alone until Senor Jose' got them jabbering.
They sat in Allie's very plush and well-lit apartment on the west side of the Cane River in Natchitoches. The tiny abode was spacious and decorated tastefully with a number of Dada-era prints, a few Goya's and Dali's thrown in here and there for variety. They gorged on Chinese take-out as well, using the need for something on their empty stomachs as justification for the gluttonous appetites. The first few hours were spent soberly catching up and laughing at memories of high school boys long forgotten and lives they occasionally wished were forgotten. After the first bottle of tequila had been sloshed well and the second bottle was down to the middle of the label, they turned an already racy conversation into a pitched slurry of ribald tales of past glory.
"Alright, Allie. Time to put you on the spot dear." Deena took a healthy dose of lime courage and stared intensely at her old friend.
"Fire away." Allie knew the questions about her sex life were inevitable. The faux look of seriousness and a light slap of the table was all she needed to see. It was not her first cross-examination.
"Tell me about your first girlfriend." Tammy smiled and cocked her head at Allie.
"Well, what would you like to know? Her name was Kylie. I met her at a rave club in Tampa."
"Was she pretty?" Deena was transfixed. To her knowledge, Allie was the first openly gay friend she had ever had and certainly the first lesbian she had ever been able to put on the spot without fear of offense. Allie was a complete stoic, impervious to rancor.
"She was a bit masculine, actually. I play the woman in my relationships. I have no dick." Allie giggled a bit, growing loose lipped with the tequila going. "I'm no butch, by no means."
"Soooo, she did you...then?"
"Many times." She laughed aloud and slurped the lime courage with glee. "And well I might add."
"You use like, toys?"
"We used everything." The married ladies roared and hooted in delight. Senor Jose stood mute on the table.
"She ever wear a strap-on dick?"
"Of course. I used it on her a few times. It was funny to do it like that though. I didn't like it too much. I guess I'm not a giver."
"I hear you, girl. It's just like me and Bill. Better to get head than give it." Deena laughed at her raunchy new candor. She rarely uttered such things, even in her husband's arms. It had been a long time since she gave or got.
"My point exactly. We stayed together for about three months. I cheated on her though and we got into it pretty good at this drag club. It's funny to think about, but when the cops broke us up, they tried to book her as a male for domestic assault."
"Damn! Did she look that butch?"
"Leather jacket and a Ninja motorcycle butch enough for ya'? She looked like Vanilla Ice with tits."
"I don't get it. If you like your girls manly, why not be with a man?" Tammy took a long drag from the joint she had just rolled and passed it to Deena. The pot was her idea.
"A man has male issues. A manly woman is still a woman. I like women."
"Shit, what about periods? I doubt I could stay with a woman with PMS." Deena exhaled, coughing slightly. The vanilla incense stick gave up immediately.
"She was fixed. Total hysterectomy. No issues with that. As for me, I'm a woman. I took Midol like anyone else. Dykes tend to make due with the flow issues like men do."
"Wow!" Tammy shook her head, the weed slamming the tequila home and broadening her thoughts. "You never miss a big ole' studly man with pecs and hairy chests and balls?"
"Not a minute. I've been with men. I prefer women now." The joint came to her. She inhaled, punctuating her words with exhalation. "Men really piss me off. I guess high school guys might have had something to do with it but I really don't dwell on them much." She giggled. "Give me Britney Spears over Justin Timberlake."
"Shit, give ME Britney over that pretty boy. I hate a primping dancing faggetity-ass man." Tammy received the joint once more. "She's a bitch and I wish I had her body and he is just a fuggin' wuss."
"Amen on that." Deena took the joint. "What about love, Allie? Ever loved?"
"I loved a woman named Gina once. She was quite a lady. Not too butch."
"What happened?"
"She never really got over her parents freaking out when she told them she loved a woman. It turned into an issue between us. It actually happens a lot in gay couples when they are young."
"What a shame." Tammy shook her head. "It sucks ass people are that way."
