p dir="ltr" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"At seven am an alarm sounded from Dr. Erin Gilbert's cell phone. A cheery but generic tune chimed as it vibrated across the bedside table. When Erin signed and rolled over she read the greeting. "Good morning! Time for work!" Rubbing her eyes, she climbed out of bed and was in the shower by 7:03. Lather, rinse, repeat. Her shower was over at precisely 7:15, and she made sure to wipe both feet on the bath mat before returning to her bedroom to dress. Bras and underwear from the top drawer, panty hose from the next down. A light weight pencil skirt and button down blouse from the summer section of her wardrobe. She always buttoned from the bottom up, finishing at the tiny bow on the collar before stepping into a pair of low, nude heels and heading to the kitchen to make breakfast. Eggs on Monday, Toast on Tuesday, Waffles on Wednesday, Strudel on Thursday, Overnight Oats Friday, Leftovers on Saturday, Brunch with colleagues Sunday. Each package was labeled and dated in the fridge and freezer alike. The eggs fried in a tablespoon of margarine and three cranks of salt as she hummed Manic Monday to herself, smiling and sipping some iced coffee from the pitcher in the refrigerator. Perfect. /p
p dir="ltr" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"This was her routine. The same routine, in fact, that she'd followed diligently since her undergrad years. Wake up, shower, make coffee. Read the paper. Take the 8:00 train. Sit on the left side. Annotate yesterday's notes, from the Blue notebook, not the Red. Arrive at work. Granted, this was where the variety began. Now a Ghostbuster, Erin's day was filled with research and busting, not lectures and theory. Still, when she arrived at the firehouse at 8:27 am, she sat down at a workstation where everything was labeled and placed precisely, and pined over the handsome receptionist across the room. Everything was organized, routine, labeled, right down to her sexual preferences. A neat, organized taxonomy to keep her life in check. /p
p dir="ltr" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Jillian Holtzmann waltzed downstairs around ten am, wearing coveralls and slippers, several crumpled sticky notes clinging to one arm for dear life. "G'morning ladies and gents," she said, leaning on Erin's desk and taking a sip of her coffee (cup number two, poured at 9:02 am). "Made some interesting breakthroughs on the trap last night. Seems the ghosts end up in Hell, Michigan, oddly enough. I did say 'go to hell,' never realized they were the literal type..." She trained off and winked at Erin. "Bet they're having a hell of a good time over there, eh?" Erin snorted and grabbed her coffee back good-naturedly, gulping the rest and rolling her eyes. /p
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p dir="ltr" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Holtzmann snagged the cup and swung it around her index finger by the handle. Erin resisted the urge to chastise her, breathing deeply. These spontaneous interactions, distractions really, were overwhelming in the mornings. /p
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p dir="ltr" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"This was where the taxonomy didn't quite work. Like a platypus, Erin wasn't quite the mammal she expected to be. Sure, she was still attracted to Kevin, who was now in the kitchenette trying to brew tea in an empty flowerpot. But something about Dr. Jillian Holtzmann threw Erin for a loop, causing awkward blushing and heart palpitations. She sipped her coffee (perfect, as usual) and busied herself with her Red book, sneaking glances at Holtzmann all the while and thinking...thinking of categories and labels and linguistics. /p
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p dir="ltr" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Today, Benny stuck around to chat after the delivery. Apparently, one of his buddies had a bit of a thing for one Dr Jillian Holtzmann from TV. Erin felt her ears burn hot and focused on her broccoli and not swatting Holtz's fingers when she snagged a baby carrot. It hung between her teeth like a limp cigarette and Erin smiled grudgingly. /p
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p dir="ltr" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Patty cut Benny off with a laugh. "Baby, Holtzy here she's a... she ain't interested in your friend, I promise." /p
p dir="ltr" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Erin looked up at Holtz, who was nodding and swallowing a mouthful of sprouts. "I've used the word lesbian before," she said, licking her lips. "You know. Gay." She slung an arm around Erin's waist in a friendly manner and grinned at Benny. "I appreciate you thinking of me though. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside." Holtz grinned and Erin tried hard not to look embarrassed as the embrace tightened and Holtz leaned her cheek on Erin's shoulder. A sticky note fell in her lap. "Two sugars, two tablespoons of cream." Holtz snatched it back easily and stowed it in her breast pocket. "Gotta add that to the recipe book later, hot stuff. Later all!" She hopped off the arm of Erin's chair and headed back up to her lab. This was Erin's cue to get back to work, and she headed over to the whiteboard behind her desk to get started. /p
p dir="ltr" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Erin's evening schedule fell into three categories. Dinner, and everything after, happened as work allowed. If the girls wanted to grab drinks after a long day, she had an evening out. If everything was done at 3 pm, she went home and cooked a TV dinner. If she was still working at 4 am, there were goldfish crackers in her bottom right desk drawer and Holtz always offered up ramen noodles. Tonight was a noodle night, with Holtz stirring the pot of boiling soup and dumping in whatever veggies were left in the mini fridge from Abby's lunch. "We need a better kitchen!" she called to Erin, who was sprawled on the couch scouring Abby's math for something that was eluding her. Erin peered over the back of the couch. Holtz was dancing, hips rolling as she stirred the pot in front of her. A heat crept up Erin's chest and into her face, flushing patchy red as it went. Holtz saw her watching and turned the stove off, moonwalking to the counter to get bowls. "Dinner is served," she announced. "Just be careful. It's got as much heat as your hair dye." Erin smacked Holtzmann in the arm and served herself before throwing herself back on the couch, legs up. /p
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p dir="ltr" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Holtzmann wiggled her eyebrows. "I do enjoy scientific inquiry. Inquire away!"/p
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p dir="ltr" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Erm...for the sake of discussion, sure. A woman," she clarified before Holtz could ask. "I've done some research, and I just don't feel clear enough on the terminology. Someone who likes both men and women is bisexual, correct?"/p
p dir="ltr" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Sure. Right there in the root of the word. You've got your bi and your sexual. Not a lot to clarify there, Erin." Holtz kept eating, obviously comfortable enough with the topic, so Erin pressed on, heart hammering. /p
p dir="ltr" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Doesn't that leave out an awful amount of variables? It seems like you'd be depending pretty heavily on the gender binary." She tried to seem off-hand, but there was a catch in her voice./p
p dir="ltr" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Holtzmann looked at her thoughtfully."Well, that's more of an etymology issue than the actual meaning. It's more about being attracted to your own gender as well as additional genders. Bi- as a prefix bridging that gap between homo- and hetero- to be an attraction to both the same gender and not the same gender." Erin nodded, feeling her brows knit in concentration, and Holtzmann continued. "But if that doesn't fit your hypothetical needs, there's pansexual," she mused. "That's for folks who don't really care much about gender one way or the next. The terms overlap, and there's a lot of discussion on the difference. I could show you some articles I've read if you're interested."/p
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p dir="ltr" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Erin didn't answer. She thought for a second, calculating, and kissed Holtzmann again. This time for longer. Analyzing where her hands belonged, sliding up Holtz's waist and along her collarbones and behind her neck before settling in her curls, tugging when she felt teeth nip her lower lip. Holtz untied her bow and unbuttoned her from top to bottom, lips plastered to Erin's throat, mumbling something disparaging about "world's tiniest bowtie" before Erin pulled her hair, angling her for another kiss. Fingers tangled in Holtz's hair, she let herself linger pressed forehead to forehead, making surprisingly comfortable eye contact. "What even is this?" she asked just above a whisper. /p
p dir="ltr" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Holtz laughed huskily. "It's Dr. Erin Gilbert, being sexy and daring and kissing Dr. Jillian Holtzmann. If you're looking for labels, I like the term 'girlfriend' an awful lot." Erin nodded and laughed. Dr. Erin Gilbert, daring girlfriend. She liked the sound of that. /p