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Whether you aim for the sky or a simple lez-tatic experience, the writings on these pages will
aid in your quest for your perfect complement who most of the time -like yourself- is in active pursuit of lesbian love. (HT wants to thank Ginger's contribution
for this piece).Traveling the path to the lesbian world.-by Lez-Is-More... (The Tenth Muse).So, just how does a nice Jewish girl like me end up as a carpet munching dyke? When I was a little girl, I never was a tom-boy. In fact, I loved to play with Barbies. Maybe a bit too much. Instead of having Barbie set up house with Ken, she hung out with Midge and they spent a lot of time doing things in the nude-picnics in the nude, cooking in the nude (ouch!) and even horseback riding on my little pony in the nude. Then they would sleep together, in the nude. I complimented my Barbie play time my staring at any picture of a naked woman I could get my hand on. I was fascinated! And when I couldn't get my hand on pictures, I would draw from memory the forms of the female body.
No one really noticed this behavior when I was little, and in college I discovered that many young girls play with their Barbies in a sexual manner. But when I entered the adult years, things began to get trickier. I never had any close male friends or took shop, but I loved shopping and going to the mall, anywhere where my FEMALE friends wanted to go. And I began to develop obsession-like-crushes on some of them. Usually, my best friend at the time would be the target. I would begin to take photos of her all the time and tack them up on the wall. I would always be suggesting activities for us to do together which seemed a lot like a date-going to the movies, looking at the stars together and swimming. I had three such relationships in high school, and all of them ended badly. I would insist on seeing her everyday, and get mad when she hung out with other friends. I would berate her on the phone for betraying me, and she would say (correctly) that I had no right to treat her that way.
She would tell me to stay away, and I would run to her house, begging for forgiveness. All this resulted in was turning me into a social pariah in my high school. No one called me a lesbian, and I'm not even sure if I thought of myself as one, but they did call me "freak." By my senior year I had no female friends. I spent nights by myself in my room, listening to depressing music and looking at Heather's photograph while curled up in a ball around her sweatshirt that she had lent me. Totally pathetic! When I got to college I began to slowly discover that I was a lesbian. Looking back on it all, even though I wasn't from a conservative town or anything, I never really put two and two together. I always had boyfriends, but always picked ones who weren't that into sex or just scared by the whole event. Yes, we fucked, but it was generally pretty lousy. But most of my friends reported similarly bad sexual experiences, so I never thought much of it. I just thought that I connected better with girls.
And then I had one of those really weird experiences, one of those nights that change your life forever. I was out with a group of friends and was pretty drunk-not smashed, but more than tipsy. In one moment I hugged my friend Jenna and she hugged me back. I began (in front of an entire bar of drunken frat boys) to touch her. I became wet. I kissed her, and she kissed back. Nothing more happened, but I had physical evidence of my desire-soaked panties. All of my experiences with boys were possible due to lubricant, and here I was, soaked down to the bone. I asked Jenna out on a date and she denied that we had kissed. But I wasn't heart broken, I felt reassured. I began going to lesbian conscious groups and within a
few weeks had my first experience going all the way with a girl-when I stuck my tongue in her pussy, I felt like I had come home. Photos copyright: Pinkisbeautiful.com - Visit an honest site for more lesbian ipod |
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