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Chapter 14
Theymakeitup.Thenthere’stheonesthatloveeverything,everykindoffeelingandcuddlingandgoingoff,everykindexceptthenaturalone.Theyalwaysmakeyougooffwhenyou’renotintheonlyplaceyoushouldbe,whenyougooff.--Thenthere’sthehardsort,thatarethedeviltobringoffatall,andbringthemselvesoff,likemywife.Theywanttobetheactiveparty.--Thenthere’sthesortthat’sjustdeadinside:butdead:andtheyknowit.Thenthere’sthesortthatputsyououtbeforeyoureally"come",andgoonwrithingtheirloinstilltheybringthemselvesoffagainstyourthighs.Butthey’remostlytheLesbiansort.It’sastonishinghowLesbianwomenare,consciouslyorunconsciously.Seemstomethey’renearlyallLesbian.’
’Anddoyoumind?’askedConnie.
’Icouldkillthem.WhenI’mwithawomanwho’sreallyLesbian,Ifairlyhowlinmysoul,wantingtokillher.’
’Andwhatdoyoudo?’
’JustgoawayasfastasIcan.’
’ButdoyouthinkLesbianwomenanyworsethanhomosexualmen?’
’Ido!BecauseI’vesufferedmorefromthem.Intheabstract,I’venoidea.WhenIgetwithaLesbianwoman,whethersheknowsshe’soneornot,Iseered.No,no!ButIwantedtohavenothingtodowithanywomananymore.Iwantedtokeeptomyself:keepmyprivacyandmydecency.’
Helookedpale,andhisbrowsweresombre.
’AndwereyousorrywhenIcamealong?’sheasked.
’IwassorryandIwasglad.
