In Those Day A Pregnant Girl Got Married

In the mid seventies I was a college student with a mission. I was pushing boundaries. I was walking around without a bra. I went to Women's Lib meetings. To a lesbian pride sit in. In Houston there was a big meeting I wanted to attend, but I didn't have a car to get me there, so I asked a friend, male, to drive me. I didn't tell him what the meeting was about.

He caught me and went 'ape shit' on me. He prohibited me from seeing lesbians. From attending any meetings. Of being a lesbian. Then he fucked me, and got me pregnant. I had to get married.

Jump forward fifty years. I'm still a lesbian. I have permission to be a lesbian. I have been married 50 years, and have four children. It took suck a long time for him to give me permission. Of course I was disobedient, and had a lesbian girlfriend. I want to make clear that I was never one of those wives that did things behind his back in secret. I told him when I was disobedient. I was so in love with her when we were young, and pregnant. She was with me through all four pregnancies.

We celebrate our time together. Every year at the right time of year we have a little thing, with our girlfriends. We are still together, as together as I am with my husband. With permission of course.