Some Girls Like It

I was at the zoo with my sister and her 3 year old. These two girls talked, 'my man' this, 'my man' that. Then 'does your man hit you?' 'Only when I'm disrespectful'. What kind of girls talk like that?

Zoo girls, low class girls. Mexican girls.

For me, a liberated, feminist, lesbian it didn't let go of me. He only hits her when she's disrespectful. It didn't compute, I didn't sleep.

Twenty years later I'm in the restroom at my job. A younger woman walks in, she touches up the black eye she's wearing, her arm is bruised. 'What happened?'. She looked at me, 'I talked back, it's none if your business'. A Mexican.

I told her, I'm a lesbian, don't let a man treat you like that. She laughed, I'm a lesbian 'mi vieja doesn't like me cheating on her'.

We became an item, I became Marta's vieja. She spent like crazy, always wanted money. She liked 'it' rough, liked being paddled, talked down to. She drew it out of me. The spanking made me feel good, she 'deserved' it. Holding money from her, punishing her. Until I hit her for lying to me. The Mexican came out.

I repented. Didn't see my sister, my niece. We weren't Mexicans, not that type of Mexicans. At least they weren't. I was. I liked it like that, when I was young, when my man was rough with me, before I was a lesbian, before I was a vieja. Before I liked girls like that, like Marta.

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