A group of us were gathered around the dining room table playing Pictionary: me, my then-boyfriend Rob, my mother, my aunt, my sister, my brother, and a friend of my brother. I suppose I'd heard something on a sitcom. At the outer reaches of my consciousness, there had long lurked a stubborn belief that enjoying the intimate company of a woman was a cop-out because you were fat, or hopelessly ugly. Please sign in with Facebook or Google below:. His hands went for my neck, and as he groped for it, one of them pressed my windpipe and produced a weird sensation in my throat, like the bonging of a bell. I understood more than I knew.
Aliya. Age: 25.
And then Dad said, with stiff jaw and spittle forming at the corners of his mouth: "If you wanna be a fucking faggot, you won't do it under my roof!
Amalia. Age: 26.
Lesbians are fat, ugly and can't get a man
It was the fat girl who willingly gave up a perfectly good, inch-waisted Ivy League graduate with a handsome inheritance. I kept her in a polyester double-knit jumpsuit in an orange-and-green psychedelic print. My mother equated it to marrying a black man, like her fat sister Phyllis had done.