“Why not?” Belinda asked, wondering why it couldn’t be just them, together, forever in their apartment.
“Why not?” her partner repeated. “Why not? How about I’m sitting in a pool of hamsters and they have assembled their hamster court and evicted me?”
By pool of hamsters, May meant the mindless people who lived in Basketville Court Apartments, and by hamster court, she was referring to the Board.
“But they didn’t actually evict us. They just strongly suggested that we leave.”
“Didn’t actually evict me, Belinda. You don’t live here.”
Belinda sat down hard on the couch and crossed her arms.
“I’m not sure I want to to be gay anyway,” May said, turning away.
“You don’t get to choose honey.”
“And nothing is permanent, so maybe today I don’t choose to not be gay. It just happened.”
“It happened because they threatened to evict you because they called us a sin. Are you really kidding me?”
May walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of milk. She didn’t want to exist.
Belinda followed her into the kitchen. “You can call yourself whatever you want, but, honey, I don’t think I need to repeat to you what you say to me when you’re going down on me. It’s not the speech of a woman who is confused about her attraction. I mean, usually women who aren’t gay usually don’t love eating pussy.”
May drank her milk and stared into the bottom of her cup. Belinda put her arms around May’s neck. She put her lips very close to May’s lips.
“What’s more important: the respect of hamsters or my tongue in your mouth?”
