Just Ask, I’ll Tell

“In the old days, they used to perform a clitoridectomy on girls like this,” she heard the doctor say. She was fourteen.  Both of her parents accompanied her to the gynecologist’s office.  She waited in the reception room while they consulted with the doctor.  When her parents came out, she was called into an exam… Continue reading Just Ask, I’ll Tell

Functioning Addict

Matty was an addict, no question about it.  She was a high functioning addict who self medicated using a combination of street drugs as is often the norm among those living on the edge.  She avoided being homeless by qualifying for public assistance due to a brain injury.  She had other problems too, like the… Continue reading Functioning Addict

The Red Stool

Her mother pulled her aside to tell her the facts of life.  She was sitting on the red kitchen stool in the corner of the kitchen.  When she was very young about five or six years old, her older cousin had told her “The Facts of  Life” and she was not looking forward to hearing… Continue reading The Red Stool

Bunny

The bar was painted black.  It was disgustingly dirty and grim.  But the huge redwood beams going across the ceiling were beautiful.  They matched some paint swatches to the beams and decided on a cheery yellow.  They washed everything down, shampooed the carpet, dusted, washed glasses, bought some new glasses, ordered a starter bar of… Continue reading Bunny

Three Percent

Kristie had always liked lesbians.  There was something about them that intrigued her no matter what her sexual preference.  She always had friends who were “out” to her even if no one else knew. And she always considered herself at least partially capable of going that way.  She figured she was about three percent lesbian…… Continue reading Three Percent