gesture, Meredith freed her hair from the elastic band and let it fall around her face in a limp curtain. âOh, fuck it!â
âYou going to tell me what happened?â Lindsay said quietly, not taking her eyes off Meredithâs face.
She threw herself into a large wing chair opposite Lindsay. âIt all started with Penny deciding it was time she got out of the closet on her own terms before some smartass decided to out her.â
âWas that likely?â
âYou better believe it. There are a lot of militants out there who think that people like Penny owe it to the lesbian sisterhood to be out and proud. No compromises accepted. Never mind that Pennyâs been doing more good by keeping her sexuality to herself and providing positive images in her books. The politically correct know thereâs only
one way to be and thatâs in peopleâs faces.â Meredith shook her head angrily. âDonât they understand that when you out somebody like Penny, all it means is that every right-wing parent in the country stops buying her books? As long as she looks as straight as a Midwest momma, theyâre never going to look inside the covers to see what their kids are reading. Soon as sheâs out, theyâll be burning her books regardless, because sheâs a dangerous dyke poisoning the minds of their children.â
Meredithâs tirade left Lindsay momentarily without words. Compulsory outing was one of the few subjects on which she didnât have definite and strong views. She was for it when it came to hypocrites who abused their power over the lives of others, like politicians who failed to support gay rights issues and churchmen who preached one thing and practiced another. But when it came to people who merely happened to have become celebrities, she was considerably less certain. Sheâd heard all the arguments about role models, but what message was being sent by a role model who had to be dragged kicking and screaming into the daylight? Clearly not one Meredith relished. âMmm,â Lindsay eventually muttered. âAnd Penny thought it was going to happen to her?â
âSheâd already been threatened. We were at a party about three months back at Samoa Brandâs house. Samoa has this new baby dyke lover, just graduated from college. And since sheâs twenty years younger than Samoa, she gets indulged all she wants. So this moron comes up to Penny and starts in on her with, âMy kid sisterâs read all your books. Donât you think itâs time to pay back? People like you should be outed, donât you think? Shouldnât we show the world weâve got a middle class too?ââ
Lindsay raised her eyebrows. âThatâs just one motor-mouth kid, though,â she said. âSurely Penny wasnât getting herself in a state over that?â
âShe didnât think the kid was going to do anything, but it made her start to wonder how long it would be before somebody did. So she decided the best way to deal with the fallout was to take control and out herself. She knew there would be a lot of publicity round the new book, with it being her first adult novel. She figured that would be a
good time to spread the word.â Meredith rubbed the palms of her hands over her face.
âAnd you didnât think it was a good idea?â
Meredith sighed. âThis is really difficult for me. No, I didnât think it was a good idea. I knew it would hurt her sales, but that wouldâve been her price for her choice. That wasnât what it was about for me. I told Penny she was forgetting something important. She was forgetting there were two people in this relationship.â
âBut her coming out wouldnât automatically implicate you, would it? You didnât technically live together. You have separate postal addresses, separate front doors. Your lives are legally detached,â Lindsay
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