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Women Only
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Lesbian Female / 68
The Times Were Very Different, The Issues Never Change
In 1977 I was a closeted lesbian senior in college when the ERA came to Houston. Two girls and I, by girls I mean lesbians, decided to join the movement and we rented a hotel room downtown Sheraton and skipped class and went down there. The hotel was flush with women, of every age and persuasion, more lesbians in one place than you could dream of. Here, kissing your girlfriend wasn't off limits.
In the morning when we went down to breakfast every table was full and the wait was long. A man, obviously a businessman, had a table to himself reading the paper. It was HIS table, he went there every morning. My friend, she has always been forward, walked up to him and asked if we could sit there, after all he had four seats and he was only using one. He looked at her, with that look men give you, why are YOU bothering me. He whipped back at her, and in a split second, he pointed at me and said SHE CAN JOIN ME.
We sat down and he was quick to tell us he wasn't supportive of all this BULL SHIT. Men do the fucking and women do the cooking, was his personal motto. He faced us and asked us if we were some of THOSE women, you know, women who partake of what belonged to men my nature. He was offensive and insulting and misogynistic. Women were objects for his pleasure, why were we dressing in old pillowcases. Show off those tits, wiggle those hips, bend over and take it.
That night he carved me out of the crowd, and took me with him to his place. I found out personally what it was to be the sex object, to be used for pleasure. I found out what tits and ass and fuzz between your legs did for you, it got a man to fuck you. He fucked me first. Then he made love to me. Quite different. Making love meant that I had to give and receive oral. At midnight, he got up for the bathroom, and I felt like a little flea waiting for the lion to come back to eat me. He showed me that a man can do what ever he wants to, including taking your in the ass if he wants to. I was in the shower at midnight, washing my behind and his dick at the same time.
The ERA didn't pass and college ended and I went to work in Houston. The only friend I had there was this man, who took what was his and used it. I paraded around as his girlfriend, mostly older couples already married. I felt so out of place with my social circle, that when he told me I was getting married, I did so, at twenty three. Getting together was the extreme in role playing, the men watching football and the 'girls' in the kitchen. If it wasn't because I much preferred the company of girls it would have been miserable. I was the baby among them and they drew me to their bosom. At last, I was where I belonged and always wanted to be there.
In the morning when we went down to breakfast every table was full and the wait was long. A man, obviously a businessman, had a table to himself reading the paper. It was HIS table, he went there every morning. My friend, she has always been forward, walked up to him and asked if we could sit there, after all he had four seats and he was only using one. He looked at her, with that look men give you, why are YOU bothering me. He whipped back at her, and in a split second, he pointed at me and said SHE CAN JOIN ME.
We sat down and he was quick to tell us he wasn't supportive of all this BULL SHIT. Men do the fucking and women do the cooking, was his personal motto. He faced us and asked us if we were some of THOSE women, you know, women who partake of what belonged to men my nature. He was offensive and insulting and misogynistic. Women were objects for his pleasure, why were we dressing in old pillowcases. Show off those tits, wiggle those hips, bend over and take it.
That night he carved me out of the crowd, and took me with him to his place. I found out personally what it was to be the sex object, to be used for pleasure. I found out what tits and ass and fuzz between your legs did for you, it got a man to fuck you. He fucked me first. Then he made love to me. Quite different. Making love meant that I had to give and receive oral. At midnight, he got up for the bathroom, and I felt like a little flea waiting for the lion to come back to eat me. He showed me that a man can do what ever he wants to, including taking your in the ass if he wants to. I was in the shower at midnight, washing my behind and his dick at the same time.
The ERA didn't pass and college ended and I went to work in Houston. The only friend I had there was this man, who took what was his and used it. I paraded around as his girlfriend, mostly older couples already married. I felt so out of place with my social circle, that when he told me I was getting married, I did so, at twenty three. Getting together was the extreme in role playing, the men watching football and the 'girls' in the kitchen. If it wasn't because I much preferred the company of girls it would have been miserable. I was the baby among them and they drew me to their bosom. At last, I was where I belonged and always wanted to be there.
