Coming Out

“When did you know?”

Shiela asked Jennie.

We were in a hotel lobby for my birthday, a rare celebration with champagne when we were all non-alcoholics. But it was fun to have a pretentious afternoon with my golden girls. It was also the first time to bring our conversations out of the limiting walls of the chat group. 

So, in short, we were gossiping.

“She kissed a girl in high school,” Jennie confided.

I remember the night she was talking about, and I think I caught a glimpse of that kiss. The girl was wearing a bright yellow jumpsuit, and she turned around, and her face landed on our friend’s face and that was it.

We were all talking about Lani, a friend who was yet to arrive.

“Wait, I’m confused,” said Sheila, her cheeks rosy and her voice wobbly from all that champagne. “Lani had a crush on a boy.” She continued. “And she wrote his name on her notebooks, drew his profile when he was not looking, and died a little each time he looked at her.”

She was about to go on and on and on but then Lani finally arrived, offered excuses, sat down, and said, “Yes, I was a girl, then I was not, then I was, and now, I am not.”

We all laughed.

Like always, we barge in with the truth knowing friends accept friends as they are.

Cheers.