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When Lesbians Taught Me To Fish
And the idea they gave me
Back when I lived with my little family high, high up in the mountains of Northern New Mexico my wife and I were close friends with a Hispanic lesbian couple, Ceci and Letitia (not their real names but close).
Ceci did all the cooking in her family and I did all the cooking in my family so we were always talking about food and trading recipes. I taught her how to cook egg rolls and she taught me how to make empanaditas. We both had gardens and we were always giving each other food. We were like a couple of wives or something.
At some gathering I made the mistake of admitting to Ceci and Letitia that I had never gone fishing in my entire life. They were aghast with horror.
“You’re a man and you’ve never been fishing? What the hell is wrong with you?” (I forget which one of them said that.) “Didn’t you have a father?”
I explained that I did indeed have a father and he was a father who lived and breathed sports but fishing was the one thing he never indulged in.
So my two delightful lesbian friends took it upon themselves to teach me what my father failed to teach me; how to fish. I was extremely reluctant but they would not take no for an answer. So the three of us squeezed into their teeny tiny pickup truck and headed…
