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I held Becky's head in my hands and looked her in the eye. "If you think you want to be a lesbian, Becky. Show me, show us, you have what it takes to pleasure another woman. So far, all you've proven is you like your cunt getting licked. Shasta likes getting her cunt licked and she's no lesbian." I pulled her up by her hand, led her to the bedroom and lay down with my legs spread wide. "Fuck me," I ordered, "Make me cum as fast as you can."

My dating debacles seemed to bring all the women in my life together. Somehow, through no fault of my own, Veronica, Trish, Beck, Stella, and Roxie had all formed an alliance against my sexuality. One would think lesbians would welcome other women into their tribe, encourage them to explore the nether lips, embrace the love of estrogen-not my friends. The more time I spent with them, the closer we all became, which was great, except they'd united in a plight to return me to the heterosexual dating pool. I felt cheated, unwanted. I threatened to call the LGBTQ Human Alliance about their discrimination, to which they all found great humor.