‘Well you know, young, attractive, very femme….’

‘Oh please Bette I can’t believe you just used the word femme.  This is West Hollywood none of us here fit that butch/femme stereotyped bullshit.’

‘Ok, ok that’s not what I meant, she just has I guess that straight girl look about her doesn’t she?’

And that was the official point in the conversation that Bette started to piss Helena off.

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‘Yes I’m start an internship in a few weeks,’ said Alexa to her new acquaintance Gary.  ‘It must be tough for you managing work and Tommy by yourself.’

‘Actually I only get him every other week, his mother takes him the rest of the time and my family helps out.  Do you have kids?’

‘Oh no,’ said Alexa.  She was always surprised when someone asked her that question, like they were asking a sixteen year old girl instead of a twenty four year old woman. 

‘Well you seem great with Angelica.  Too busy with your career or just not met the right man yet?’ he asked.

Alexa laughed and felt a little awkward.  She’d thought the coming out part of her life was almost over but this was her first realization that it was a life long process.  She glanced at Helena, who was involved in a serious looking conversation with Bette.

‘I’m just not ready for a child yet but I’ve definitely met the right person to have one with, the right woman that is..’

He frowned in confusion.  ‘Oh..you’re one of Tina’s lesbian friends, I never thought..wow! I think I just made a total ass of myself.’

‘No,’ said Alexa placing a hand on his arm, feeling bad.  ‘It’s not like I have it tatooed on my forehead or anything.’

He smiled at her, wishing things were different but still glad for her company.  ‘So is your girlfriend here too?’

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‘Not really,’ said Helena to Chloe.  ‘Why does she look anymore straight than any of us?’ questioned Helena.

 ‘Helena all I’m saying is if I were you I wouldn’t be so comfortable with men coming onto her like that.’

They watched as Alexa placed her hand on his arm as if to illustrate the point but Helena wasn’t angry with her or even particularly jealous. She could still feel the touch of Alexa’s hands on her skin and the taste of her lips on her own.  She’d been with lesbians, bisexuals and even straight women over her years of dating and she had learned to distinguish between the three.