It is not the men’s wine

“I put a piece of grapefruit in my mouth, and its juices release themselves into me. I close my eyes, tilt my head back and let out a tiny breathy moan. It’s been two days without taste, but not even a cold can stop the sensation, scent, and flavor of a ripe grapefruit. I keep my eyes closed as I chew, whispering a mantra of gratitude, reverence, and defiance. I deny myself nothing.”