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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 45
Bear A Child, It Makes A Woman Out Of You
I went to an all girl school from Kindergarten to High School. Most of the girls were not lesbians and were just as boy hungry as girls are in any other school. But a few of us were lesbians and our school provided us with cover and a place to express our preferences. After I left school, I was in college, I returned to that school for an award ceremony for one of my younger sisters. I realized that the Headmistress was a lesbian, I could tell. I'm sure she identified me early, and I began to understand that she and another lesbian teacher were responsible for me getting the scholarship that I had. It was a pay it forward sort of thing.
I had a wild time in college, so many girls, so much sex. Even girls who were obviously not lesbians were open to having lesbian sex just because. Any pussy is good pussy. I graduated with a Masters degree in Journalism and lo and behold I was picked up by a major news organization working for a lesbian of my Alma Mater who had been in the business. In the vernacular, she opened doors and I went right in, when other journalist were waiting outside.
The Iraq issue was front page news and I asked to be sent on an investigative assignment about the treatment of gays and lesbians by the authorities at hand. I walked off the plane into a strange world. It was a war zone, and my credentials didn't mean a damn. I was assigned to a command that patrolled at night looking for immigrants who had penetrated the perimeter. Out there where it was dark and terrible. On one outing I endangered the command. I was pushed to the ground, my pants pulled down and subjected to 'friendly fire'. I was to stay out of the way, after they had done their job, I could come up and ask my questions. I had endangered the mission, and the message was clear.
The women I met were 'men' in everyway but one. Many were married and had children, and when alone and away from the job there was nothing 'manly' about them. But on the job, they were 'men' doing a job. I didn't run into a single one that I identified as a being a lesbian. I also didn't find any evidence that 'lesbians' were being selected for treatment, I don't know about gay men. The numbers were so big, that no one had time to worry about something so indifferent to the problem at hand. I did try to bring up the incident on patrol with a woman officer (nothing official), 'next time keep your pants on'. Nothing happened. I got the message, and returned home to nurse my wounds. I was pregnant.
I didn't follow the script, I didn't terminate the pregnancy, I didn't make an issue out of it. Friendly fire happens, and it happened to me. I couldn't identify where it came from, what I do know is that the father is as a mixed a breed as I am. Nothing there. I left my 'job', it just didn't do anything for me any more. I moved back to my home town and became a teacher in my old school. I keep an eye out for girls that need a helping hand, an umbrella as they walk the walk of lesbian life. My daughter is 18 and going off to college. She is boy hungry and we have had many uncomfortable discussions about 'men'. But that's what she likes. The advise from both professionals and other mothers, was to put her on birth control, don't take any chances. And to answer the question she throws back at me, 'you must have liked it'. I did.
I had a wild time in college, so many girls, so much sex. Even girls who were obviously not lesbians were open to having lesbian sex just because. Any pussy is good pussy. I graduated with a Masters degree in Journalism and lo and behold I was picked up by a major news organization working for a lesbian of my Alma Mater who had been in the business. In the vernacular, she opened doors and I went right in, when other journalist were waiting outside.
The Iraq issue was front page news and I asked to be sent on an investigative assignment about the treatment of gays and lesbians by the authorities at hand. I walked off the plane into a strange world. It was a war zone, and my credentials didn't mean a damn. I was assigned to a command that patrolled at night looking for immigrants who had penetrated the perimeter. Out there where it was dark and terrible. On one outing I endangered the command. I was pushed to the ground, my pants pulled down and subjected to 'friendly fire'. I was to stay out of the way, after they had done their job, I could come up and ask my questions. I had endangered the mission, and the message was clear.
The women I met were 'men' in everyway but one. Many were married and had children, and when alone and away from the job there was nothing 'manly' about them. But on the job, they were 'men' doing a job. I didn't run into a single one that I identified as a being a lesbian. I also didn't find any evidence that 'lesbians' were being selected for treatment, I don't know about gay men. The numbers were so big, that no one had time to worry about something so indifferent to the problem at hand. I did try to bring up the incident on patrol with a woman officer (nothing official), 'next time keep your pants on'. Nothing happened. I got the message, and returned home to nurse my wounds. I was pregnant.
I didn't follow the script, I didn't terminate the pregnancy, I didn't make an issue out of it. Friendly fire happens, and it happened to me. I couldn't identify where it came from, what I do know is that the father is as a mixed a breed as I am. Nothing there. I left my 'job', it just didn't do anything for me any more. I moved back to my home town and became a teacher in my old school. I keep an eye out for girls that need a helping hand, an umbrella as they walk the walk of lesbian life. My daughter is 18 and going off to college. She is boy hungry and we have had many uncomfortable discussions about 'men'. But that's what she likes. The advise from both professionals and other mothers, was to put her on birth control, don't take any chances. And to answer the question she throws back at me, 'you must have liked it'. I did.
