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Anything Goes
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Lesbian Female / 32
I Am Now An Adult And I Can't Blame Anyone Other Than Myself
From riches to rags. My grandfather was a business man and he built a very successful business supporting the auto industry. He was also the embodiment of a misogynist and a toxic man. As long as you were prepuberty you were accepted at the table, post puberty you relegated to the kitchen and serving the men at the table. He was Eastern European.
I grew up with a mother who wasn't able to stay married. The first instance of a man asking her to bring him a cup of coffee and she got rid of him. She didn't cook, or wash or clean house. She got a PhD in Languages and taught at a University. It was a common occurrence at our house to have half a dozen women discussing misogyny and women's rights, and the rest of the menu. And sometimes one of the women spent the night. My mom wasn't an out and out lesbian, she was a lesbian alright, but on her terms. She also hated men, but she expected child support and a dividend from her father to pay for her lifestyle.
I went to that University. My grandfather had to pay because obviously my mother couldn't pay and my father wouldn't have anything to do with that University. He offered to pay for State but not there. I spent my college years in debates and student demonstrations. I was all in, as they say, and when it came to sex, it was all about pussy and tits and all that. I never, ever, intended to suck dick. The difference between me and my mother is I was all out, to anyone and everyone. My character was rough and tough and army boots. I was the hunter and there was plenty of prey.
My grandfather died and left everything to charity to help immigrants from his county. He left my mother 100,000 and he left me 10,000. That's, it. Nothing to his ailing sister, or to his nieces or nephews. My 10,000 was gone before it was deposited. My mother's 100,000 lasted about one week more than mine. My mother told me that I had to work, because there was nothing more coming from her, and my father told me that as far as he was concerned I wasn't worth the investment. I had a college degree, use it and make ends meet.
I am 32 years old and I had two jobs, one as a waitress serving men their coffee and the other as a masseuse, rubbing down men who asked for a happy ending. I have seen more dick than I care to remember, and no I don't suck dick. I gave them a hand job for tips. Of course I'm not married, the father of my child is into Christian living and my daughter lives with him and his church going wife, and her children from their absent father. Yes, I know, it was a night to forget, not a night to remember.
I'm broke, the bank sends me notices of overdrawn penalties. My mother retired with a so so pension, but works part time with a nonprofit for addicted lesbians. She can't stand gays, and has nothing to do with them, they have dicks and that makes them the enemy. Her partner is a lawyer, so she pays the rent and my mother serves her tea and crumpets. I am very nice to my daughter's father, I babysit at the drop of a hat and will dress anyway he wants for him to take me on vacation. I met him on the happy ending table and he took more than I was offering.
So it's a bit of a Mexican standoff blackmail situation, he in return reminds me that me giving hand jobs for money is a form of prostitution. If he asks I will get on my knees, if he didn't support me my life would be in the toilet. I'm still pissed that he married Joan of Arc, but I couldn't dress up for church every Sunday. I dress up now so I can spend time with my daughter. Joan knows that between her and me it's no contest, I gave him a daughter, what has she done for him lately. I also agreed to swear off that habit of sleeping with a girl. I don't live up to my promise and that's what kept him from marrying me. I can't give it up, I would if I could. I really wish my grandfather were alive and I had listened more carefully.
My grandfather never dreamed his granddaughter is a waitress.
I grew up with a mother who wasn't able to stay married. The first instance of a man asking her to bring him a cup of coffee and she got rid of him. She didn't cook, or wash or clean house. She got a PhD in Languages and taught at a University. It was a common occurrence at our house to have half a dozen women discussing misogyny and women's rights, and the rest of the menu. And sometimes one of the women spent the night. My mom wasn't an out and out lesbian, she was a lesbian alright, but on her terms. She also hated men, but she expected child support and a dividend from her father to pay for her lifestyle.
I went to that University. My grandfather had to pay because obviously my mother couldn't pay and my father wouldn't have anything to do with that University. He offered to pay for State but not there. I spent my college years in debates and student demonstrations. I was all in, as they say, and when it came to sex, it was all about pussy and tits and all that. I never, ever, intended to suck dick. The difference between me and my mother is I was all out, to anyone and everyone. My character was rough and tough and army boots. I was the hunter and there was plenty of prey.
My grandfather died and left everything to charity to help immigrants from his county. He left my mother 100,000 and he left me 10,000. That's, it. Nothing to his ailing sister, or to his nieces or nephews. My 10,000 was gone before it was deposited. My mother's 100,000 lasted about one week more than mine. My mother told me that I had to work, because there was nothing more coming from her, and my father told me that as far as he was concerned I wasn't worth the investment. I had a college degree, use it and make ends meet.
I am 32 years old and I had two jobs, one as a waitress serving men their coffee and the other as a masseuse, rubbing down men who asked for a happy ending. I have seen more dick than I care to remember, and no I don't suck dick. I gave them a hand job for tips. Of course I'm not married, the father of my child is into Christian living and my daughter lives with him and his church going wife, and her children from their absent father. Yes, I know, it was a night to forget, not a night to remember.
I'm broke, the bank sends me notices of overdrawn penalties. My mother retired with a so so pension, but works part time with a nonprofit for addicted lesbians. She can't stand gays, and has nothing to do with them, they have dicks and that makes them the enemy. Her partner is a lawyer, so she pays the rent and my mother serves her tea and crumpets. I am very nice to my daughter's father, I babysit at the drop of a hat and will dress anyway he wants for him to take me on vacation. I met him on the happy ending table and he took more than I was offering.
So it's a bit of a Mexican standoff blackmail situation, he in return reminds me that me giving hand jobs for money is a form of prostitution. If he asks I will get on my knees, if he didn't support me my life would be in the toilet. I'm still pissed that he married Joan of Arc, but I couldn't dress up for church every Sunday. I dress up now so I can spend time with my daughter. Joan knows that between her and me it's no contest, I gave him a daughter, what has she done for him lately. I also agreed to swear off that habit of sleeping with a girl. I don't live up to my promise and that's what kept him from marrying me. I can't give it up, I would if I could. I really wish my grandfather were alive and I had listened more carefully.
My grandfather never dreamed his granddaughter is a waitress.
