"Coming?"
"Well, yes, I mean, it's fine by myself. But hard. At other times. With people. But this time it wasn't... difficult."
"Well, great. He's had a lot of practice."
"Don't be mean."
"I'm not, but you want me to act like great sex is the end of the world."
It is the end of the world, I thought. "No. But it feels big. I can't explain it, I feel, womanly or something."
"You think it's womanly to get fucked?" She had her clawed tones out and I retreated.
"I don't want to argue about gender theory. I just feel like something real happened. And I wanted someone to talk to about it. Like a friend."
"Let me guess," she said, tapping the spoon against the tablecloth. "He beat you up a little bit, called you a slut, and you thought that was really edgy, another spoiled white girl who wants to get slapped around because she always got everything she wanted."
"Fuck, Ari." I shook my head. "It must be hard. To have already sized up the world, to already have written it off completely. Is it just so fucking boring all the time?"
"Pretty much, Skip."
"I would rather be called a slut by him than deal with the shit I get from the women here." I picked up my bowl. "Also, you're fucking white. By the way. And you don't get a medal for being gay."/>

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" I've never felt anything like it. I usually have trouble..."
"Coming?"
"Well, yes, I mean, it's fine by myself. But hard. At other times. With people. But this time it wasn't... difficult."
"Well, great. He's had a lot of practice."
"Don't be mean."
"I'm not, but you want me to act like great sex is the end of the world."
It is the end of the world, I thought. "No. But it feels big. I can't explain it, I feel, womanly or something."
"You think it's womanly to get fucked?" She had her clawed tones out and I retreated.
"I don't want to argue about gender theory. I just feel like something real happened. And I wanted someone to talk to about it. Like a friend."
"Let me guess," she said, tapping the spoon against the tablecloth. "He beat you up a little bit, called you a slut, and you thought that was really edgy, another spoiled white girl who wants to get slapped around because she always got everything she wanted."
"Fuck, Ari." I shook my head. "It must be hard. To have already sized up the world, to already have written it off completely. Is it just so fucking boring all the time?"
"Pretty much, Skip."
"I would rather be called a slut by him than deal with the shit I get from the women here." I picked up my bowl. "Also, you're fucking white. By the way. And you don't get a medal for being gay. "

Stephanie Danler , Sweetbitter


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Stephanie Danler quote : I've never felt anything like it. I usually have trouble..."Coming?"
"Well, yes, I mean, it's fine by myself. But hard. At other times. With people. But this time it wasn't... difficult."
"Well, great. He's had a lot of practice."
"Don't be mean."
"I'm not, but you want me to act like great sex is the end of the world."
It is the end of the world, I thought. "No. But it feels big. I can't explain it, I feel, womanly or something."
"You think it's womanly to get fucked?" She had her clawed tones out and I retreated.
"I don't want to argue about gender theory. I just feel like something real happened. And I wanted someone to talk to about it. Like a friend."
"Let me guess," she said, tapping the spoon against the tablecloth. "He beat you up a little bit, called you a slut, and you thought that was really edgy, another spoiled white girl who wants to get slapped around because she always got everything she wanted."
"Fuck, Ari." I shook my head. "It must be hard. To have already sized up the world, to already have written it off completely. Is it just so fucking boring all the time?"
"Pretty much, Skip."
"I would rather be called a slut by him than deal with the shit I get from the women here." I picked up my bowl. "Also, you're fucking white. By the way. And you don't get a medal for being gay." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>