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History 101 History 101 …subtitle: why do I like girls… When I really put on my thinking cap, I can see my awareness of my interest in the same sex goes back way farther than I ever thought it did. I think it started with the babysitter who used to let me suck on her titties. Was she a lez, or did she just do it for kicks? Unless I run into her some day, I will never know. Then there was my best-est friend in the whole world—remember, my world is only about eleven years old right now. She and I would hide out in a corner of the garage that had a makeshift tent set up and we would do nasty sexual things to each other. Where the fuck did we see this stuff that we were doing these things at such a tender age??? Was it just normal curiosity or did our parents have wild sex parties that we kiddies would sneak peeks at? Was it the Playboy Magazines my daddy had hidden away? Was there a pedophile diddling all us little girls, someone we’ve all repressed memories of??? Naw, I was born this way… FF to high school…Imagine dating one of those juicy, luscious, nubile cheerleaders. The ones with the tight sweaters, short skirts and legs that look like they could wrap around you two or three times. Yup, I did. Problem: her boyfriend—captain of football team. See she didn’t want anyone to think she was a perv or anything like that so she went after and won the most macho guy on campus. Now if she’d had the sense to tell him that maybe she’d like to try a threesome with maybe, oh say, another girl, his hormonal fantasies might have kicked into major overdrive and we three coulda/woulda/shoulda had a merry old time of it. But no, Ms. Keep it in the Closet has to hide the girl on the side so when FBTC walks in on them, it’s a colossal shock to his system. A veritable assault upon his manhood. He must teach the lez a lesson. He must teach her how it’s supposed to be done and she will learn it or he will beat the shit out of her, right after his friends are done teaching too… So I did what any chicken-shit would do. I healed my wounds, cried on my best friend’s shoulder, married that best friend—who didn’t give a shit that I liked girls—and I hid. For years…
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