Ripcord, You Dreamy

His name was Ripcord

(well, something similar)

and yes, HE was a lesbian.

I met him in a place in Dallas

I should not have been.

He liked the flirty skirt I was

wearing and he said he liked

my dark eyes and my fit, but

feminine figure.

We talked about very gay stuff

together.

He talked about how big his clit

was.

I said I’d loved a couple women like that;

one was femme,

the other – more a chapstick lesbian.

He said he used the male pronouns

because he wanted to f@&k with

the patriarchy.

I told him I really liked that.

I’m not going to lie,

I really wanted him,

so I got his number.