she even once for the past year.”
“So she used to use pronouns, but she doesn’t anymore?” he asks. I nod. “So you’re saying when she talks about you she says Gretchen over and over?”
“Basically.”
“So weird!”
I sigh. “Look, this is a big deal to Toni, and I love Toni, so that means it’s a big deal to me, too, okay?”
He grins and cocks an eyebrow. “Love, eh? Twoo love?”
He pronounces it like the priest in that old movie The Princess Bride. I can’t help laughing.
“Yes,” I say. “It’s totally twoo.”
“Come on, though. You’ve got to admit this thing with the pronouns is crazy.”
“No, it’s not. We should all do it, really. Our language patterns are totally sexist.”
He laughs. “Do you say ovester instead of semester, too?”
“No,” I say. “That’s dumb.”
“Hey, look, it’s funny. What, is your girlfriend one of those hard-core bra-burning lesbo feminazis? ’Cause you don’t seem like that type at all.”
Should I tell him?
Toni isn’t out to many people back home. Just me and some online friends. No one ever asks, and Toni doesn’t volunteer it.
No one’s ever asked me before, either. When I moved to DC I joined Toni’s group of friends right away, so all my friends there were Toni’s friends first. I never talked to them about Toni, since they knew T better than they knew me.
But I can already tell Carroll’s going to be a good friend, and it’s not as if Toni ever asked me to keep it a secret. Besides, Toni doesn’t even know Carroll. I want to text and ask if it’s okay for me to tell him, but Toni’s probably asleep by now.
Well, if it turns out Toni minds, I won’t tell anyone else after him.
“Toni’s genderqueer,” I say.
Carroll looks at me blankly.
“You know,” I say. “It’s like being transgender.”
He pulls back, an ugly look on his face. “Your girlfriend’s a man?”
I grimace. “No. God, come on.”
“So, what? Your girlfriend’s an it?”
“No!” This conversation isn’t going how I thought it would. I wish I’d never told him. I stand up and pace to the other end of the room.
I don’t know how to say this so he’ll understand. I’ve never had to explain this to anyone. I’ve barely even talked about it with Toni besides the really basic stuff. Toni and I talk a lot about how male and female are such restrictive, limiting terms, and how our society is so rigid about labels and it’s so damaging and...to be honest, mostly it was Toni who said all that. I nodded like I understood it all because I wanted to be supportive, but there was an awful lot I didn’t follow.
“Sorry.” Carroll shakes his head. “Look, I’m from this tiny town way out in Jersey, okay? We don’t have this stuff out there.”
I sigh. I can tell Carroll really doesn’t know any better.
“It’s okay,” I say. “I didn’t mean to freak out on you.”
“Seriously, I’m just trying to understand,” he says. “I didn’t mean to say the wrong thing. But what does this all mean? Did she, like, get a sex change operation?”
I lean my head against the base of my roommate’s bed. Carroll’s flicking through my yearbook again.
“No,” I say.
“So, what, she’s just a butch lesbian?”
The truth is, I’m not really clear on where the lines are between all these things. I was always afraid I’d say the wrong thing if I asked Toni too much about the details.
“No,” I say. “Toni hates the word lesbian.”
“So, what is she?”
“It’s complicated.” I’m getting tired now. “You should look it up sometime. Genderqueer. It’s, like, a really well-known word.”
“Right. Okay. I’ll look it up.”
I should look it up again, too. I read some stuff online back when Toni first told me about it, but I got kind of anxious reading all that, because it seemed really complicated, and I couldn’t figure out where Toni and I fit in. So I stopped reading. That was more than a year ago.
This whole conversation is making me feel really guilty. Not just because I outed Toni to Carroll, though I’m kind of wishing now that I hadn’t done that, either. But talking about Toni at all just reminds me of what I did. Of how Toni looked at me last night.
I need more distractions.
So I show Carroll yearbook pictures and tell him more about my friends back home. He’s shocked by how many gay people went to our high school.
“I think it was partly because it was an all-girl school,” I say. “Going across the street to the guys’ school was so much effort. People got lazy.”
“At my school, I was the only one,” he says.
“That you know of.”
“No. I’m positive. It was a small school. Everybody knew everybody’s business.”
He’s got to be totally wrong, but I let it go. “Were you out?”
“No, but everyone knew anyway. It sucked.” He sticks his lip out in a fake pout. “Do your parents know?”
“Yeah. I told them the summer before ninth grade.”
“Wow.” He shakes his head. “Do your girlfriend’s parents know, too?”
“Yeah. Well, not totally. Toni’s out to them as gay, but not as genderqueer.”
“Is she going to tell them?”
This one I do know the answer to.
“Not at least until college is over,” I say. “Toni’s mother is awful. She’s this total rich bitch. She practically kicked Toni out of the house just for being gay.”
For some reason, Carroll smiles.
“Hey, are you hungry?” He stands up. “I’m starving.”
“Yeah.” Now that he’s mentioned it, I’m starving, too. “Is there a vending machine?”
“Who cares? We’re in New York! They have
