ME - sitting on the floor in my living room...my BFI cookin up a storm in the kitchen,
I'm watching CSI and during a commercial break, I look down below my TV and to the right just a little.... and there they are... I Love Female Orgasm and Sextrology.
Now, I am pretty comfortable with my sexuality. I know my body inside and out and I know what feels good,great,fabulous etc. I know what I want and I love when I get it. But looking over at those books , so casually placed in my living room I realized that I truly have nothing to hide and I have a pride in who I am. I love women. I love their soft skin, sexy voices, long hair...I love the feminine curves of my girl's waistline, I love how when a woman gets out the shower, her soft scent carries through the house, lingering down the hallways. I love their touch, their taste...I love their reactions to my taste and my touch. I love their playfulness, cuddling,giggles, I love how they love me. I love being understood without having to explain.
I was the last person in the world that people thought would become a lesbian. Back in the day, I was boycrazy... I admit. I alwas noticed the cutest guys, and then dated them, got bored and moved onto the next. In college, I played ball, partied with my team mates, and dated a star basketball player on the boys squad. Yes it was all very love and basketball. And then, almost overnight, it ended. And I was so intrigued by women that I had to learn all that I could. I had to experience and understand and indulge in the essence of a woman.
All my life, I have had a very open mind. I am a little different from other people, bi-racial giant lol. I sing, dance, act like a clown for other people's entertainment, write,paint,hoop,design,blah blah blah. Where I am getting at is that I have always been accepting of different lifestyles and ideas. I am the kind of person who would research the hell out of something to learn everything about it and understand all there is to understand. When I would see women holding hands in public, I was not a kid who stared, I was the kid who smiled and waived. One must have an open mind to gain ground anywhere in anything.
I guess my point is...my sexuality never really surprised me. I have always been very open and expressive, maybe even passionate to a flaw. So, when I kissed a girl for the first time...it didnt surprise me that my knees got weak, and my heart burst out of my chest. I guess, I was just so happy to finally have learned and studied and observed enough to know that I found where I fit.
you are a woman who knows what she wants and WILL do what she has to to get it..you are also one of very few who truly does know who she is. Thats hott, i love it...btw, what does the blah, blah, blah in here mean? ;)
ReplyDeletemy story is different.
ReplyDeletebut i apprecaite yours.
it's always nice to find where you belong!
=)