Good Girl s Aren t GayChapter 3 The Asian and the Salon
The next few days, I wrestled between stability and desire. Noticing friction in the marriage, Bernard tried to comfort me. "Babe, need anything?" he asked. I almost smiled. "No," I said. "Tired, that's all." On rare occasions, Bernard demonstrated sensitivity. He even remembered to put the toilet seat down. "Maybe we can hit the condo this week?" I quietly sat for a few seconds, and then lied, "Need to get the paper published." Heterosexual encounters at condos were not in my...