Comfortable Madness First PDF 4-13-18

Someday
Queertopia was the last table in the last row in the cafeteria,
right next to the Ag hall. The Shack was one door and a short walk
away. Next to us, the stoners sat in Stonerville. They didn’t bother
us. Being on the edges of everything gave us both a kind of mutual
respect if not friendship.
We talked about dancing.
“There’s Haven,” Tad said.
I shook my head.
“Too many people,” I said.
“There’s The Hole,” Tayla said.
The Hole was a jazz spot.
“No one dances at The Hole,” Tad said.
“What’s with you people and dancing?” Tayla asked. “Is
that all you do?”
“Party and play,” Miss Tris shouted.
Laughter rolled through the room. For a moment we
thought it was us but then we saw Coy up-front dancing around
with a mop between his legs, moaning like a porn star. People
loved that shit.
“Jesus,” I said.
We shook our heads.
“Someday,” Tad said. “Someone’s going to hurt that boy.”
“Someday,” Tayla said, looking fierce.
I nodded. Someday. We all waited for someday.