“Mei, honey, you are a lesbian.”
“Lesbian?” She questions him, visibly uncomfortable. “I-I…I am n-not a lesbian!”
“But you are, Mei. You like girls.”
“I don’t like…g-g-girls…” she says, her body quivering.
You don’t know what Gordon is on about, but you do know Mei isn’t a lesbian, though to your knowledge she’s never dated anyone. She’s just been too much of a genius all the time to bother with a guy.
“You’re a lesbian, Mei,” Gordon tells her again.
“I’m…I’m a lesbian?” She asks, her guard already dropping. Already, you feel another head rush. You can’t remember Mei ever telling you she was straight. You never pressed her on it, since it’s not your business, but you always assumed that she was gay, or at least might have been.
“Yes, a lesbian. You’re gay.”
You watch Mei lower her eyes in defeat. “I’m a lesbian…a lesbian” she says softly. She’s no longer squirming, and she’s once more standing up straight.
“You’ve always been gay.”
“I’ve…I’ve always been gay,” she says, a hint of pride in her voice. She swishes her hair back and turns more to the side, giving Gordon a more poised looking. “I’ve always been gay,” she repeats to herself, her voice now very assured.
On your end, your head starts to throb as your memories undergo a pretty radical shift: you can’t remember your best friend as anything but gay. She came out to you, in seventh grade, hysterical crying on your front door in the middle of the night. You remember telling her you’ll always be her friend, and it was the defining moment of your friendship. From then on she’s been open about it to everyone, and every June you guys go to every pride parade you can. It’s who she is and it never changed a thing about your friendship. You almost can’t fathom that just a few minutes ago, Mei wasn’t a lesbian.