and realized I haven’t upset anyone in awhile. I mean really upset them, and it makes me feel like i’m not doing the one thing I was placed on this planet to do. That being said….
My best friend growing up was a lesbian. I didn’t know she was a lesbian, and I’m pretty sure since we slept together a time or 6 she didn’t either. Once we were grown we were still friends, but we stopped sleeping together. She told me things about when she was growing up that I had never known. Her step-dad was one of those sick fucks, and without going into details should’ve been taken out behind the barn and shot. He had 5 step daughters. Anyway, I went to hang out with her and all her lesbian chums In Virginia Beach. Oh, she was in the navy at the time.
Each of the young ladies in her little don’t ask don’t tell clique seemed to have stories much like hers. They were all very nice people, and i had a very enjoyable week. On the last night I was there they took me to dinner at a bar restaurant called Reflections. It had a bit of a gender bender type crowd. The best looking gal in the place was this really nice guy named Scott. I pride myself on being able to be plopped down anywhere and thrive on whatever happens.
I did. It was a very good night. I met a lot of freaks. they met the personification of mentally deranged straght, and a fine time was had by all. The food, I had shrimp alfredo, was terrific, the booze flowed as it was supposed to, and i think I danced with at least three human genders, and maybe a couple of aliens.
Afterwards everyone went to their respective homes, and we all got together for the big sendoff the next day. 4 of the young ladies showed up for my departure with black eyes. It’s quite possible that their upbringings had nothing to do with the sexual orientation choice, but i’m betting it had something to do with the relationships they were in being abusive.
That’s right…i wrote about something personal, and about lesbians. If you aren’t mad yet, remember. I have the whole weekend.
oh, I’m not a lesbian