Happy Holidays From A Modern Day Housewife And Homemaker

Fifteen years ago at a college graduate student party, with undergrad girls and an open sex orgy, I told a guy who was hitting on me I was a lesbian. He clamped his hand around my neck squeezing my nerves so that all I could do was go where he took me. He walked me around until the arm of an easy chair freed up, he bent me over it and squeezing my neck told me to lower my shorts. After he was 'done' he pulled me up 'see, not a lesbian'.

He kept me overnight, had sex with me in his room and I woke up to find out I was his girlfriend. Undergrad girls got to play housewife and homemakers with their grad student boyfriends. Nothing was more embarrassing than a boyfriend calling out that he couldn't find his clean jockstrap.

It was customary for grad students, with fresh PhDs to marry their student housewife. Most of us had our degrees, some of us with masters. We moved with them, started families, kept house, washed dishes. The status among us measured by home decor and number of children.

One day I commented to my husband, maybe I was still a lesbian. He smiled, sure you are, now what's for dinner?