Two days in the lives of lovers. The first because everything is played out, the second because everything gets lost. This week, Diane, 53, returns to her brutal break with his wife.
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It’s been a year since my ex left me. We spent ten years together, it was my first gay story, before I was straight. I am then fallow, I don’t really want to meet someone. I often go out at Pulp, a lesbian nightclub on the big boulevards, in Paris. It is a smoky place, but above all a space of freedom and protection for girls, a cocoon for the shipwrecked of love. Jennifer Cardini mixes there, and we don’t like mixed evenings too much, because boys often come to watch us.
Pulp is also an online forum. We spend hours between ourselves discussing and messing around on the internet, we are a large bunch of lesbian friends. We exchange, we support each other and, above all, we laugh a lot. One of my friends from the forum is absolutely to present one of the members, promising me that we would like it. I don’t really want, I wonder even if I will not get back with a guy.
She insists, and organizes a trap in a bar. I hesitate to go, and then I decide to trust this intelligent, impactful friend, who should not do this for no reason. She knows that I am quite feminine, heels, varnish, long hair, and that I do not like truckers too much. I arrive in the cafe, and I sit in front of Marie, therefore. Marie is very large, she looks very young. She has been around twenty years, but she seems to have 16. Fortunately, she is known to Pulp, then, the bouncer lets her enter, but if not, in a box, we ask her all the time her identity card. Marie has a duck voice, she is not very well dressed.
We observe ourselves from the corner of the eye without talking to each other. I am proud and the indifferent. She has a golden rush around her neck, I find it very pretty and sexy. The glass ends. Marie leaves with others at the McDo, I do not go, I am a vegetarian. The next day, our common friend calls me to ask me what I thought of Marie. “So?” “She is too big, too young, let go of the case,” I replied.
But with Marie we continue to talk to the Pulp forum. We meet again in another bar, towards Bastille. There, I find it super pretty, we discuss a lot. She is independent and free, she has character, she does not speak much, but she speaks just. She must leave, heads for her scooter, puts her helmet back and looks at me. I remained stuck, to tell myself that something is happening.
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