1) Salena, the (recently) ex-girlfriend of Caroline. Caroline is a stocky fireplug butch who coordinates local lesbian events and dances like a rowdy pit bull puppy when sufficiently motivated. She has a charming smile and wears a tie better than any businessman.
I only know about the breakup because Caroline has cataloged the entire process on Facebook. Salena smiles at me awkwardly and futzes with her detergent bottle. We make small talk about the unseasonably warm weather.
2) Bryce, a bartender at the local lesbian bar. She seems to own more flannel than the combined population of Maine and Vermont. Her specialty when bartending is a complicated cocktail with a vaguely obscene name. She plays rugby. We smile at each other and return to our laundry.
3) Jessica*, a slender, hemp-wearing woman with a blue-eyed dog at her feet. She has hexagonal wire-framed glasses and a pixie haircut. Her worn oxford button-down is haphazardly tucked into ripped jeans with a sturdy leather belt. She is a teacher. We talk while we fold her six or seven loads of laundry.
* This one turns out to be straight. Surprise!