gay fiction

Once I was talking to a friend of mine who said that she liked to eat a cheese sandwich. In my mind this did not compute. So I said, "No such sandwich". She said, "is so". Then I said that you can't have a sandwich which is just cheese and bread and she admitted that she sometimes put butter on the cheese sandwich. "There is no way that is a sandwich," I said. My friend was visibly perturbed at this point and continued to proclaim more and more emphatically that a cheese sandwich was such a thing. We went back and forth like this for a while, and then we were lesbians. We had been gay before but the cheese sandwich made it different.

More than a decade later I was standing in the kitchen and I had a baguette in one hand and some cheese in the other. I alternated eating them simultaneously, sometimes having more of one in my mouth, and sometimes more of the other. It does not matter if I was drinking milk. Then I was like oh my god because I was eating a deconstructed cheese sandwich. Should I construct the cheese sandwich. No. I thought again of the girl and I thought of her with two pieces of white bread and some cheese in between those bread. I thought of her with butter on those bread. How could she eat that constructed I wondered. When a sandwich has been constructed every bite is the same. Perhaps there is some variation in the construction of the sandwich itself, and while that is true, the variation is negligible, and so you have negligible control. So I took a small bite of bread and I took a big bite of cheese and I felt superior.