After an intense October, I think something a little more lighthearted is called for. In honor of Nanowrimo, I present to you (drum roll please) another installment in the Adventures of the Lesloom. In this episode, (cue dramatic music and deep narrator’s voice) the lesbian futon searches for a companion. Will it be able to find the girl it’s looking for? Or will its destiny fail before it was even begun? Duh duh duuuuuuuuuh. (Or however you would spell out those suspenseful sounds) Anyways, have fun with this slightly melodramatic means of distracting myself from the 1500+ words I’m supposed to be adding to my book.
SPEED DATING FURNITURE STYLE
The lesbian futon sat on display in the store for months, quietly observing then rejecting all those that came to propose a union. It would puff the cushion out too hard or soften it too much or twist its slatted back just enough to throw a person off, whatever was needed to let the seekers know it was not what they were seeking. The salespeople grew irritated with the futon and tried to make it more enticing by lowering the tag they had attached to it shortly after its arrival. But the futon held out. It knew that at some point, the right girl would come along.
And she did.
As soon as the girl and her family came through the front doors, the futon knew that she had arrived even though it couldn’t see her yet. It was like the other end of a string had been picked up. The futon fluffed itself up to its best and waited for the girl to come.
After a half hour, the browsing family finally came within sight of the futon. The girl was still somewhat young, just entering her teens. Her bouncing pony tail and bright laugh caused the futon to shiver. This was its girl—the girl that it would guard and protect in her journey to understanding her sexuality, for the futon could tell that she did not yet know that she was a lesbian. It could be there for her coming out!
It shouted its silent language, “Come here! I’m over here!”
The girl’s parents were too busy looking at a bunk bed to hear the calling of destiny, but the girl looked around, scanning the various pieces of furniture surrounding her. When her eyes fell on the futon, they lit up.
She ran over for a closer look.
The futon desperately hoped it wasn’t dusty from the many months of sitting there.
The girl examined its bright red upholstery and the creamy blond wood of its frame. The trace of her fingers made the futon glow, and it sent a soft “hello” back to her.
Suddenly she flopped on top of the cushion, rolling over onto her back to look up at the ceiling. “Mom! Come look at this!”
“What is it, Emma?”
Emma, the futon whispered the name to itself.
“I think this is it!”
Emma’s mother came over to look. “But it’s a couch.”
“But isn’t that kind of the same as a daybed? It’s super comfy, and it would look great in my room!”
“Honey,” her father interjected, “We came to buy you a bunk bed. This isn’t the time to look at accessories for your room.”
Emma’s parents began walking back towards the bunk beds.
The futon cried out, Emma!
Emma turned once more to look at the futon, but she continued to follow her parents. It was going to lose her!
The futon began crying out for a one of the salespeople working nearby. It shivered its legs are hard as it could, trying anything to move and get someone’s attention. But by the time someone came by, Emma and her family had disappeared into another part of the store.
She wanted me, the futon sighed. She was perfect.
The salesperson, somehow sensing the futon’s desolation, hung around to primp it a bit. At first he just intended to fluff the cushion a bit and dust the arms. A piece like this that hadn’t sold for so long wasn’t worth wasting too much time on. But for some reason, he felt compelled to help the futon lie down. The poor thing seemed too heavy to sit up straight anymore.
Although the futon desperately wanted to just lie down on the floor, it was too sad to help the man rearrange it. The mattress was heavy, and the salesman found himself still straining several minutes later.
Just as he was finishing lying the mattress out flat, Emma and her parents came back around the corner. “Wait! Wasn’t this that couch?” Emma asked the salesman excitedly.
Emma? The futon perked up. You’re back!
“It is! It’s a futon!” The salesman was overly enthusiastic, thrilled that someone would take an interest immediately after his impromptu redecoration.
“What’s a futon?” Emma asked.
The salesperson explained how the futon could be both a couch and a bed, that this particular one had three major positions, and a little bit about the history of futons in general . . . though he himself didn’t quite know if the history he was giving was accurate or not.
“Oh, please, can I get it?” Emma begged.
Yes, please! The futon begged.
“Don’t you want a bunk bed?” her mother replied skeptically.
“No, I want this. This is so cool!”
The salesman smiled at Emma’s parents and made one last pitch. “It just so happens that this futon is currently on sale. It’s a great deal right now!”
The poor futon felt like it might jump out of its nails it was so nervous. After Emma’s parents deliberated the purchase for a torturous amount of time, they finally answered.
“Alright, we’ll get you the futon. But you can’t come back asking for a bunk bed later. If you have a friend stay over, they’ll have to share the futon instead of sleeping on the other bunk. But if you can live with that, we’ll get it for you.”
“Yes! Oh, thank you!” Emma jumped delightedly onto her new futon, and the futon did its best to hug her back.
“Great, will you be taking it with you today?” The salesman asked, leading the family towards his station, ecstatic himself at having sold the most hopeless piece in the store.
After the salesman had arranged all the purchase details with Emma’s parents, he came by for a final goodbye to the futon. “Good luck, my friend. Glad you found a home,” he whispered to it before it was disassembled and loaded into their van.
As the futon road down the highway on the way to its new home, it tried to imagine all the adventures it would have with its special girl, but it knew that even the best of imaginations couldn’t imagine the beauty of real life.
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Quite funny! Congrats! Was that your old futon? 🙂 Not unhappy you had to share it with friends visiting? 😉
Actually it was a futon that was recently entrusted to me. A little of its history is given in the intro to part one here: https://sometimesmagical.wordpress.com/2012/09/24/tales-from-the-lesloom-the-birth-of-the-lesbian-futon/
The stories are, of course, fictional, but the futon and its legacy of having only been owned by non-hetero women is real. Thank you for reading. 🙂
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