If You Can't Outrun It, Embrace It

For various reasons my youth was nothing to wish on anybody. Father in prison. Mother discovered her lesbian leanings. Poverty after my father went to jail.

I was not pretty, not a science nerd, not a g*fted anything. Straight C average. I was a token cheerleader in the eighth grade. First Mexican, although to be honest half Mexican, half Salvadorean. But brown is Mexican.

I was a teen body builder. I took testosterone to build body mass and broke out with acne. My hair got greasy. But I got pecks, and thighs, and guns. Everything a girl wants when she looks in the mirror. I shaved my pubes away. Now I looked like a girl. At last. But I attracted another woman, body builder. Not a guy. She was massive, six feet in her bare feet. Biceps, washboard abs, glutes, even her ankles were in shape. I came close to puking when she touched me. A woman who looked like a man, except no dangling participle, just a hard tiny penis.

Was I going to look like that? I gave up going to the gym, quit the testosterone and lost the facial hair. And ran as far away as I could from that 'woman'. I went to school, another school because in my old school they knew my father went to jail and my mother went lesbian. I moved in with my grandmother, and graduated from high school. First in my family.

I went to community college, worked part time at Macy's. My grandmother was a security officer there. I never lost my thighs, or my biceps, or my pecks. Bras didn't work for me, nothing flopped around. I got hit on by a Mexican girl, full Mexican. What the hell was going on?

I got a scholarship to UTSA and got a degree in Marketing. My first job a girl obsessed on me. I hadn't been to the gym since high school. My face and back had the scars from acne. I gave in, gave up, what the hell, I guess I was a lesbian and didn't know it. Damn, she was all over me, loved my pussy, and I hadn't shaved since high school. A white girl loving on a Mexican.

I met her mother, I told her my father was in prison and was going to be there for a long, long time. That my mother had turned lesbian after my father 'left' her. And now I was being a lesbian girlfriend. I didn't take her to my family, alcoholic brother, prostitute cocktail waitress sister at a men's club. I didn't even tell her I was only half Mexican. What I did do was shave her pussy and ate her. Why not? that's what lesbians do.