At this point in my life, I don’t think I could be with another woman, sexually, other than well, if a threesome happens, I guess it happens. I don’t like holding a person in my arms and feeling like I am gonna break them, that I have to handle them gently. Not to say that all women are these delicate, breakable excuses for living things, but I’m sure the difference between holding a man and holding a woman is universally understood. I hate when I shake some girls’ hands, just friendly handshakes, and I already feel like I’m gonna crush their little fingers in my paws. I think that they can do better than that, in the handshake department. No matter what type of hands you have; especially if you have small dainty hands, then you ought to work harder on your hand shake, at the very least only when shaking the hands of other women, to show that you mean business. Everyone wants to mean business, right?…
My First Lesbianship
Oh. Now that I am rereading what is written above to make sure that it even
makes any sense, I realize that I really haven’t actually given too
much thought to whether I would actually like to swirl my tongue around in
a CERTAIN TYPE of women’s pussies. Now that I am thinking more deeply,
perhaps I could find personal fulfillment and goodness in lesbianship. I’ve
realized that I can’t rule out being with another woman just because
delicates make me feel like I am too burly; a manly excuse for a woman. Perhaps
I ought to consider a more tomboyish woman for my first lesbian sex experience.
Though I don't want to be the feminine one. That's too much work. But I don't
want to label either.