“Is your girlfriend cool with it, Toni?” Eli asks in a soft voice. “Or are you not out to her?”
I can’t imagine keeping such a big secret from someone I care about as much as Gretchen. Is that really normal?
Well, I guess Gretchen kept a pretty big secret from me.
“Gretchen’s very much cool with it,” I say. “We’re completely honest with each other about everything.”
“Hey, you should get her to come up for the Halloween dance so we can meet her,” Derek says. “Since you’ll be visiting back and forth all the time anyway.”
“There’s a Halloween dance?” I ask.
Nance snorts. “Dance isn’t the right word. It’s more of an excuse to dress up in slutwear and drink a ton of alcohol.”
“That works for me,” I say, and the others laugh. Not that Gretchen or I usually drink very much. Gretchen is such a lightweight, and I’m always the one stuck driving.
But I don’t have to drive up here. Everyone walks everywhere at Harvard. I can do what I want here.
I can be who I want.
“Some of the straight guys come in drag,” Derek says. “Mostly it’s respectful, though. It’s supposed to be just for the people in our house, but we can get you guys in.”
“Cool, thanks. I’ll tell Gretchen.”
Nance launches into a story about last year’s Halloween dance and Derek joins in. Soon all of them are rushing to tell me all the best stories from last year, and the details on everyone I met at the UBA table, and all the reasons we shouldn’t be hanging out and talking right now (all four of us have reading we should be doing instead).
Derek and Nance and I don’t do any work on the transition guide, but that’s okay. We have plenty of time.
And I have plenty of time to think about this transitioning stuff on my own, too.
SEPTEMBER
FRESHMAN YEAR OF COLLEGE 2 WEEKS APART
GRETCHEN
“I looked up your girlfriend online,” Carroll tells me.
It’s a Friday night, and we’re in the lounge carbing up on microwave pasta before we go out. There’s a club Carroll’s been bugging me to try since our first day of classes. Plus my bus to Boston leaves crazy early tomorrow morning, so we figured it would be easier to just stay up all night. It’ll be my first time seeing Toni since school started.
“Oh, yeah?” I say. “Are you and T officially best buds now?”
He laughs. “No. I mean I looked up that genderqueer thing you told me about.”
Crap. I still haven’t mentioned that conversation to Toni. I’ll come clean first thing after I get to Harvard. No, wait, I should do it before I get there. Toni might be upset, and I don’t want to ruin our first visit with this.
“So what did you find out?” I ask Carroll.
“The site said a lot of genderqueer people are just kids who haven’t made up their minds yet whether they want to be a guy or a girl,” Carroll says, turning the faucet on full blast. “It said in the end, most of them either get over it or wind up full-on trannies.”
I sigh. “Don’t say ‘tranny.’ It’s offensive.”
Carroll holds up his hands in surrender. He drops the bowl he was supposed to be rinsing out. It clatters into the sink.
“See?” Carroll says, pointing to it. “Another casualty of political correctness.”
I roll my eyes. “Ha, ha.”
“So, is it true?” He wipes off the bowl. “About genderqueers?”
I’m pretty sure adding an s to genderqueer is offensive, too—it’s offensive to just say queers, I think, and the principle would be the same, right?—but I don’t know that for sure, so I don’t say anything about it.
“I think that’s just a stereotype,” I say, though I’m uncertain. What Carroll read sounds like the kind of thing people say about bi people—that bisexuality isn’t real, and they’re really all either gay or straight and are just being indecisive. Since I have lots of bi friends, and I used to think of myself as kinda-sorta bi, I know that whole thing is bull. Being bi isn’t any less real than being gay or straight is.
The problem is, I know stuff about being bi. I don’t know enough about being genderqueer to argue with whatever Carroll’s been reading. Toni and I talked about this stuff some back when T first told me about it, but it’s all so complicated and it’s hard to remember all the details. I really need to go online and read some websites that are better than the one Carroll found. How will I know which websites are the good ones, though?
I guess I could ask Toni, but—well, I don’t want T to know I’m still kind of confused. A good girlfriend would remember all the details. Actually, a good girlfriend would just instinctively understand all of this.
Of course, a good girlfriend probably wouldn’t have lied about where she was going to college, either.
Okay. Enough. We’re going out. I can berate myself later.
A half-drunk girl wanders into the lounge and says hi to Carroll. He says hi back. She lives on a different floor, but she’s in Tisch with him, I learn.
“Hey, have you met my girl Gretchen?” Carroll asks. “Gretch, this is Tracy.”
The girl looks at me. “Oh, right. I heard there was a lesbian on this floor.”
I laugh. “Yeah, two of us, even.”
The first week of classes, I ran into this girl I knew from debate, Briana. After we stopped laughing about how funny it was that we’d both wound up at NYU, she recruited me to join this volunteer project she’s doing with a middle school in Inwood. She also introduced me to her friends. One of her friends, Heidi, turned out to live on my floor.
It’s nice to have some gay friends at school who are girls. They aren’t nearly as much fun to hang out with as Carroll, though.
“I need to call Toni before we go out,” I tell Carroll.
“Take your time,” he says. “Suck up to the ball and chain. I’m nowhere near finalizing my outfit anyway.”
“Whatever. You’ll wind up in that new shirt you got on Tuesday.”
“Not necessarily! There’s also the faux-vintage one you made me buy at Urban. I have to do a compare and contrast.”
Tracy laughs.
“Don’t encourage him,” I tell her.
I take my pasta back to my empty room. My roommate, Samantha, is already out at a party with her goth friends. She wandered out earlier wearing a black dress, red fishnets and knee-high boots. I’m not sure exactly what look she was going for, but I don’t think it quite worked out the way she was hoping.
Toni isn’t available on video chat, but when I call, T answers the phone on the first ring. I can hear voices in the background.
“Hey, Gretch!” I can hear the smile in Toni’s voice, and I automatically smile back. It’s so weird thinking it’s been more than two weeks since we were last in the same place. I thought that much time apart would be unbearable, but getting to hear Toni’s voice helps a lot. “I was about to call you! Are you going out?”
“Yeah, to a club with Carroll. How about you?”
“I’m out now, actually. Derek and the guys are having