The visit

So,
What to say? First, I should say that I shouldn't say anything because I am drunk as hell, and I am one who never gets drunk. . . .. therefore typing while drinking should be against the law.

So, he came for a visit, and I was assured that yes. . . I am indeed a lesbian. I dunno what I was thinking? Maybe because he was on the phone and a sociologist I thought I could get over it but. . .. no I guess I can't?

We were eh. . . . intimate.

It didn't work for me, at all.

I kept thinking of the sensuality of the women I have known. . ..

I think that I get confused between truly enjoying somebodys company and finding myself turned on by them. As in . . . I love talking to him! He is amazing and truth be told. . . hes the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on . . . .He is huge and black and has dreds to his waist. He speaks of race, class and gender issues, he is a radical liberal. . . .. all things that turn me on but. . . in the end, hes a man.

and, I am a woman who loves women. . . .

nuff said