It makes no sense; I am straight—straight as a stick, as steel, as flint.My woman has gleaming black hair, a perfect nose, a shapely mouth bracketed by two deep dimples.She is not a professional cook or a professional gardener or a professional glassmaker, but everything Anna does, she does with ardor and competence, the combination producing an amazing bounty.The pan heated now, Anna lays a pale fillet of fish in the skillet and sears it, a sudden flame jumping up, while I sit at the counter and watch her work, her hands shredding rumpled leaves of spinach, dicing an heirloom tomato.Anna lives just 15 minutes from my house, in an antique abode with pegged-pine floors and soaring ceilings, her bedroom filled with the fragrance of jasmine from an actual jasmine plant, which is, the first time I see it, in extravagant bloom.Her huge garden is in the back of the house, and we wander through it just as summer starts, filling our baskets; and then, back inside, she slices a starfruit, a melon, a vibrant red pepper, placing them on a white plate in a circular arrangement.
The butch women fascinated me—the ones with Navy tattoos mapping their beefy arms, their leather vests soaked in neat's-foot oil, as soft as they were hard.
At MIT, Anna worked with a team that constructed cars—in particular, a solar-powered car that they raced across Australia. Anna also owns three sewing machines and can whip up a pleated skirt, a silk vest, a velvet shawl of royal blue fringed with tassels of black. Anna has, so far, made about 15 three-by-three-inch copper-and-glass squares, which she links together by drilling two tiny holes in each square and attaching them together with miniature gold hoops.
Her spools of thread are lined up along her windows: magenta, purple, gold. The glass scales drape over my arm, cool and clanking, soon to be the bodice; this dress, slipped over the head and waterfalling over the body.
Given my age, given that my hormones don't soar as high as they did in my twenties and thirties, I'm a little surprised I can have sex at all.
I have not had sex with my husband in some time; our children keep us bound.