Maybe I could but I just don’t feel a need for fumbling in backseats, furtive phone calls, first this, first that. And with who? Imagine if I thought I might be queer – and a zombie. Although my mother would love it. I think she wishes she wanted women in that way. But I don’t really want either sex in any way. Can you be human and asexual like say a seahorse? They are right? I can’t look it up. There is no way I’m typing sex into any computer attached to my name. Then the talks will start again. Mom will push my hair back behind my ears and rub each finger of my fingers between her index finger and thumb like she is cataloging them. One little piggy. Her little piggy. White as snow. How white. Virgin white. White as a keyboard. Save document. Control Alt Delete. Lock computer.