Boyfriends weren't friends at all, they were prizes, escorts, symbols of achievement, fascinating strangers, the Other

There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.

You pass people on the street, some are for you, some are not.

Strangers are just friends waiting to happen.

Introductions are tricky in a lesbian relationship. It's a word game. To my friends she's my lover, to strangers and family members in denial she's my roommate, to Jehovah's Witnesses at the door she's my lesbian sex slave, and to my mother she's Jewish and that's all that matters.

Eat and drink with friends. Do business with strangers. Watch out from your relatives.