Divider Island



Fat Girl is currently in a ‘place’ where Oreggano and I once were, that place where one doesn’t wait – in line, for others, or anything else. As he and I waited ‘patiently’ for Tree to meet us at a concert, he continually checked the time, paced back and forth, and suggested we just head back to my place for wine. Tree soon arrived and, like Oreggano and I, Fat Girl actually ended up being glad he waited.

As we enjoyed the music, Fat Girl observed the patrons and began telling me about a guy he is crushing on. As is often the case, the guy is straight. This is an interest Fat Girl and I share – we both like guys. He tends to be attracted to the straight guys and I tend to be attracted to the gay guys. This go-round, Fat Girl is attracted to someone who is ‘divided.’ “He said he is bi,” Fat Girl told me. “Wow. That might be the perfect thing for you,” I told him. “Yep. I love guys who buy things for me. I guess that means I love buy guys, right?” he said, not entirely joking.

After the concert we headed back toward my house. Fat Girl was driving – being his usual giggling, Christina Aguilera singing self – when he turned left and almost high-centered us on the divider. “Welcome to Divider Island,” his friend jested. Fat Girl giggled and said, “I can’t help it. I can’t pick a side.” “We know,” I replied.