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Straight Female / 64
A Feminist Need Not Give Away Being A Woman First
In 1977 I was a high school sophomore. I was learning to drive, ran a stop sign and got hit on the driver's side by a college senior. I ended up in the hospital with a broken hip and a four inch laceration on my face. What no one thought about is that he would take over my life.
For example, take Home Economics, wear dresses not pants, Church on Sundays, yes sir, no sir, and do what he said. My parents didn't interfere, my father liked how he rode herd on me and kept me in line and away from bad influences at school. My mother was more direct, maybe a couple of years too young, but better to learn early a woman's place with a man.
One of those many days, he let me know that after graduation I was starting our family, second hand was we were getting married. I always saw college in my life, but he was already a college graduate and he wanted a family. Like with all the other rules, this one was non negotiable and my parents wanted grand children.
I did get married after high school, a big affair at the country club. His sister, a feminist, and activist took me aside. Go to college she told me. Negotiate she told me. Tell him I would have all the children he wanted, after I got my degree. In the meantime she would take me to get on birth control. No sex until the birth control took control. Time to be a feminist, stand up for myself.
She negotiated, she got me on BC, she told her brother to keep clear of me until I was pregnant proof. Get a girlfriend, or jack off, but I was going to college. I went to Mount Holyoke, my sister in law's alma mater. Open feminism, open lesbianism, I found out my sister in law was a lesbian. I kept all this from my husband. When home I did his bidding, at college I slept around with various girls. I graduated with a Political Science degree, went home and had babies.
Today, being a feminist is so passe, being a lesbian is so what? Cooking and cleaning is going out to eat and a maid service. Husbands say things, in one ear and out the other. But in my house, with my daughters and daughters in law it's home cooking, raising kids, changing sheets every weekend. Yes sir, no sir, and doing his bidding. We are feminists, but wives and mothers first. Even my lesbian sister in law has become a believer. A woman has her place, a man has his. He is not a woman, I am not a man. If it pleases him, I'm there to please him. It's a woman's prerogative.
For example, take Home Economics, wear dresses not pants, Church on Sundays, yes sir, no sir, and do what he said. My parents didn't interfere, my father liked how he rode herd on me and kept me in line and away from bad influences at school. My mother was more direct, maybe a couple of years too young, but better to learn early a woman's place with a man.
One of those many days, he let me know that after graduation I was starting our family, second hand was we were getting married. I always saw college in my life, but he was already a college graduate and he wanted a family. Like with all the other rules, this one was non negotiable and my parents wanted grand children.
I did get married after high school, a big affair at the country club. His sister, a feminist, and activist took me aside. Go to college she told me. Negotiate she told me. Tell him I would have all the children he wanted, after I got my degree. In the meantime she would take me to get on birth control. No sex until the birth control took control. Time to be a feminist, stand up for myself.
She negotiated, she got me on BC, she told her brother to keep clear of me until I was pregnant proof. Get a girlfriend, or jack off, but I was going to college. I went to Mount Holyoke, my sister in law's alma mater. Open feminism, open lesbianism, I found out my sister in law was a lesbian. I kept all this from my husband. When home I did his bidding, at college I slept around with various girls. I graduated with a Political Science degree, went home and had babies.
Today, being a feminist is so passe, being a lesbian is so what? Cooking and cleaning is going out to eat and a maid service. Husbands say things, in one ear and out the other. But in my house, with my daughters and daughters in law it's home cooking, raising kids, changing sheets every weekend. Yes sir, no sir, and doing his bidding. We are feminists, but wives and mothers first. Even my lesbian sister in law has become a believer. A woman has her place, a man has his. He is not a woman, I am not a man. If it pleases him, I'm there to please him. It's a woman's prerogative.
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