When there was a lull in Mama talking about Fucking Florida, she tossed the Penland School of Crafts catalogue to me. Said I should go.
I’m glad she did because that’s where I figured out I was gay. In the dining hall, on top of a mountain in Spruce Pine, North Carolina.
I got butterflies for the first time ever when I saw Jane wiping down a table in a beam of sunlight, wearing overalls with a white tank top and no bra. Her dark brown hair was braided and twirled on top of her head with clover flowers and a few coarse strands of grey sticking out.
I had to catch my breath.
Excerpt from Care & Feeding by Chela Gutierrez.
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