The smell of  rubber has always been quite a turn on for me. I refer,of course, to the smell of rubber wafting from the pencil end erasers that meant I was going back to school. Some kids looked forward to winter break. Not me, when I was a little baby-dyke, I looked forward to going back to school after winter break with the enthusiasm most children reserve for all you can eat ice cream or hitting siblings with blunt objects.

Granted, I was a farm kid, so school meant a break away from chores, a time away from the hot sun/freezing cold (have you ever set up a snow fence. It's not a pleasant experience) with --under normal circumstances anyway-- no pesky threats of limb amputation from wayward farm equipment. But there were also books at school! And –get this—the teachers insisted we read them.

No matter who I am partnered with, books tend to be my primary relationship. They fill my room, my life, and sometimes um, yes, even my bed. If a woman comes to my place and eagerly rummages through my shelves, to me this seems like a three way. And judging from the number of personal ads that the lesbians use on okaycupid and such, it seems like we geeks are actually in the majority in the queer kingdom.

So if I see you at the office supply shop or local bookstore someone, we can share a swoon, recalling our very first love.