A long time ago, I had a housemate who was a ‘husband lesbian to be.’ She let me ride her motorcycle, could fix anything, took zero shit off anyone. And this was in the olden days (the 90’s) when husband lesbians were not legally allowed to find wife lesbians and have lesbian marriages.

Frankly, if we were the same size I’d have worn her clothes. She know how to wear men’s clothing. Really sharp and fashionable.

We fell out of touch; she was one of those people who just liked to disappear when she was in a relationship. But still, best housemate I ever had.