I realized that I’m not a lesbian anymore. I realized that women don’t have fun together. I realized that that’s not love. I realized that men are heroes after all…What is your definition of a hero? she asked.A hero is someone you can be proud of, the woman said. To be proud of someone he has to be bigger than you so you can look up to him. You can feel safe when he is near you. Especially a man who has soft skin. When a man is near you who has soft skin, soft and sloping like a woman’s, then you can feel safe.But he’s not a woman? No.…She knew this word he. She’d heard it before in every circumstance of her life. But what did it mean? What did it really mean?What’s your definition of fun? she asked.Fun, the woman explained, is when you get what you’ve always imagined. When you’ve always known what you want and then you get it. With a woman you can’t have this because you’ve never imagined what you’ve wanted. There’s no gratification. No gratification at all.…There’s something very important that I don’t understand. How can I be a woman and still be happy?Shut up, the woman said. Don’t tell me what to do.