二月，情人們的季節，在角落等著了呢！
情人節未到，今天先讀了這兩個女人的愛情故事，鼻頭一酸，差一點就......
上帝創造形形色色的人類，但愛情是人類自己創造的，不管你是什麼樣的人。我只節錄兩個女人愛情的精髓，全文請看Out Magazine。

When Edie Met Thea

I met Thea at the Portofino, a restaurant in the West Village. There was a place near it called the Bagatelle, over on University Place, and I used to go to there five nights a week. I would read the Saturday Review of Literature; I would have my coffee there—me and a bunch of buddies. I thought she was sensational, and mostly she was a great dancer. And we really danced. And then we met over the next two years. We always danced together. But it wouldn’t have occurred to me to make any moves on someone who was with someone. And she was always with someone. And then one summer she was not with someone. I knew she had a place in the Hamptons, so I wrangled an invitation through a friend. The day she arrived and we touched was the first time we got laid. We had to go to dancing, obviously, because that’s what you did in the evening. I was wild for her. I don’t know how to describe it. It was everything. It was just more so. We were profoundly in love and stayed that way. For her, it was all sexual. Many, many years later, I said to her, “When did you really start to deeply love me?” And she said, “Mrs. Fordham’s house,” which is the house we rented for the summer in the Hamptons. We had very different passions, but we both had enormous love for each other’s passions. She played the violin. She played golf. And she did them both obsessively. With golf I had to make certain rules, because if she came home talking her head off about every shot, I would say, “The idea is for you to go and enjoy it and discuss it completely and then come home.”

Thea was diagnosed with MS the day before my mother died. That was in 1975, and by 1980 she was using two Canadian crutches. The first time we ever danced using the wheelchair -- I would sit in her lap in the wheelchair -- the song on the radio was, “There’s a place for us, there’s a time for us.” I can’t even sing it because I cry. When I’m sick now -- I have a lot of angina -- that’s when I miss her the most. I say to myself, “Honey, what’s become of us?” And I lean against the full-length picture that I have of her. But she had this angina increasingly, and the doctor had said, “If you can last for two more years, they’re very close to having this noninvasive blah, blah, blah,” but it was clear that she wasn’t going to survive open-heart to get to the valve. And she said, “We only have two years at best that they could give me.” And one of those years would be lying in a hospital, lying in her own feces because nurses aren’t there the second you need them, and she just said, “No. I want the summer.” She asked me to call Dr. Farheen and ask what else we could do, but she said, “I’m not coming to the hospital.” I made her get on the phone so Dr. Farheen would know I wasn’t talking without her and asked if there was anything else we could do, and he said, “Nothing -- give her a little morphine.” And she elected it. That’s one of the greatest things, the part of the picture that’s most meaningful to me, where she’s sitting there saying, “I had my summer.” And that was her last summer.