Bi-Sexual Female / 27
Following My Sisters Through The Ages Into The Gilded Cage Of Marriage
I am small, have a boyish presence, have very small boobs, small hips. I have a very pretty girl face and dress in 'boy' clothes, with a feminine fashion. How being so petite I have a bigger woman's sex organs doesn't make sense. Especially when I am aroused. I can take any size penis.
I have lesbian tendencies and all my emotional crushes have been on women. I have a man who I live with and mop and serve. I have issues with women's roles, but I am all over serving him and making sure he is happy with me. I'm a pleaser, especially when it comes to this man.
I tried college and ended up in art school in Phoenix. It is the biggest waste of money ever. I owe, therefore I have to live with man who pays my student loans and covers the rent and food and vacations. I know I will never be able to support myself, the word starving is what defines an artist.
My man has lectured me on 'respect' for him, and 'obedience' to him. Both out of bound women's liberation ideals. When he put down the law, all and he meant all forms of birth control were out of bounds. Including abstinence and anal, I had to 'respect' his wishes and 'obey' him. I am going to be one of those child sized girls who will look ridiculous pregnant. But, obedience is a virtue.
I fly around the gilded cage he has me in. Only he has the key to it. All I can say is that I was in a very tight lesbian relationship in college, and it was suffocating. The reason I rebounded with him, I guess.
I'm facing a name change, and a ring on my finger. He bought me the 'house' I asked for to make a family for him. I am getting married in September and I have a 100% chance of being pregnant by then.
Women love their men differently. I agree with that statement. I don't know how I love you, because frankly I don't know how women fall in love with men. All the rush of a crush with a girl, never happens. It's like you know the plane is leaving so you get your stuff together and get on board and find your seat. And from then on you go where he goes. Hopefully first class, but if not, you settle back in your seat and thank your lucky stars he want's me to wake up beside him.
I have lesbian tendencies and all my emotional crushes have been on women. I have a man who I live with and mop and serve. I have issues with women's roles, but I am all over serving him and making sure he is happy with me. I'm a pleaser, especially when it comes to this man.
I tried college and ended up in art school in Phoenix. It is the biggest waste of money ever. I owe, therefore I have to live with man who pays my student loans and covers the rent and food and vacations. I know I will never be able to support myself, the word starving is what defines an artist.
My man has lectured me on 'respect' for him, and 'obedience' to him. Both out of bound women's liberation ideals. When he put down the law, all and he meant all forms of birth control were out of bounds. Including abstinence and anal, I had to 'respect' his wishes and 'obey' him. I am going to be one of those child sized girls who will look ridiculous pregnant. But, obedience is a virtue.
I fly around the gilded cage he has me in. Only he has the key to it. All I can say is that I was in a very tight lesbian relationship in college, and it was suffocating. The reason I rebounded with him, I guess.
I'm facing a name change, and a ring on my finger. He bought me the 'house' I asked for to make a family for him. I am getting married in September and I have a 100% chance of being pregnant by then.
Women love their men differently. I agree with that statement. I don't know how I love you, because frankly I don't know how women fall in love with men. All the rush of a crush with a girl, never happens. It's like you know the plane is leaving so you get your stuff together and get on board and find your seat. And from then on you go where he goes. Hopefully first class, but if not, you settle back in your seat and thank your lucky stars he want's me to wake up beside him.
