Dear Mr. Sushi,

You are my favorite place to eat sushi in Brookline. Eleza and I plan trips to Coolidge Corner just to visit you. I bring you new customers frequently, I show you so much love. Why then, why do you queer corner me at every opportunity?

Last night Eleza and I were marched through a restaurant full of empty tables and seated in the back. Our waitress very nice, but my view of the bathroom detracted from my pleasure. I couldn't believe it when halfway through the meal two other dykes joined us in exile. Eleza and I started laughing which then seemed rude like we were laughing at them. But I hope they got it. The final straw was when the waitress brought them our check--they looked nothing like us.

My love of Mr. Sushi remains strong, but I am going to start refusing to go to the back of the bus. No more gay ghettos (unless they're self imposed).