Blythe hit play.
Yo, yo. It’s Agnes, your lesbian on the street. We’ve got a doozy today. Have you seen the attack on Dapper&Dykonic? Her ex, if you can call her that, since they dated for a minute isgoing for the jugular. But not just on Dapper, but on our entire community. Time to circle the wagons, my friends.
Find her video. I refuse to give it airtime on my page. Anyway, the gist of it is that Dapper’s ex is playing the poor little straight girl card, claiming Dapper groomed her. Now she’s crying on her ex-boyfriend’s shoulder. And it’s one big fucking shoulder, too.
Just what we need—another attack on our community. Apparently, lesbians have special powers that can coerce a twenty-eight-year-old woman to fly across the country to meet them. Does Dapper have superpowers we don’t know about? Is she into voodoo?
It looks like Dapper’s ex got what she wanted. Her ex-boyfriend to come running to her rescue. But she got something else. Threats leveled at Dapper and the rest of the community. Plus, more calls to regulate us.
I’m gonna give every lesbian a piece of advice. Be careful out there. Especially online. There are ugly, deceitful people who will use you for their gain. Be smarter!
Sending much love out to Dapper. We’ve got your back.
Blythe stared at her phone. “That’s fucked up.”
“What’s wrong with people? It’s another cau…” Ricki’s voice trailed off.
“It’s another what?” Blythe anticipated Ricki’s words, but this time, she might be right, so Blythe wouldn’t snap at her.
“Cautionary tale,” Ricki said, almost sheepishly.
“Agreed.”
“You do?” Ricki glanced at Blythe. “Seriously?”
“In this case, yes.” Blythe twirled her phone between her fingers. “I think I’m going to send Dapper a message, tell her I’ve got her back. We might be rivals, but this shit is wrong.”
“It’s the right thing to do.”
Blythe smiled. “Thanks, Mom, for giving your blessing.”
Ricki snorted and turned up the stereo.
For the past twenty minutes, Blythe had struggled to craft her message to Dapper. She’d deleted more sentences than she’d written, but it still came out longer than she’d expected.
A robotic voice interrupted Blythe’s concentration.Text message from Missy.
Missy?Blythe’s gaze shot to the dashboard screen. It clearly displayed Missy as the message sender. Ricki stabbed the dismiss button but missed it and had to hit the screen again.
“What the fuck was that?”
Ricki shrugged.
“Bullshit. You got a text from Missy. What does it say?”
“I don’t know. I’m driving.”
“Give me your phone.”
“No.”
“Give it here.”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Is that why you’ve been in such a goddamn good mood?”
“No, I’m in a good mood because my jackass boss is gone for two weeks.”
