There are a few people who read this blog who know my actual identity. Of those people, only one person knows what I’m about to disclose in this post. Out of everyone in my life, only three people know. Since it’s Pride Month, I think it’s time that I explain myself. OH THE DENIAL For many years, I lived with an enormous amount of guilt. I couldn’t believe this to be true about myself so I lived in denial. I was “normal.” I was the “perfectly” good little girl that my parents wanted me to be. I dated men. I would only talk about my boy crushes. I guess you could label me as boy crazy. But in the secret, I also fantasized about women. I also watched lesbian porn. “It doesn’t mean anything. I’m still straight,” I would tell myself. I’M STRAIGHT In college, I had a gay professor. […]
I used to write a poem a day when my blog first started. Sir would usually read my poem before I posted it. He knows that I’m a bit of a perfectionist and tend to beat myself up a bit when I catch an error after it’s already been posted. So Sir would edit it if needed much like he did for a couple of blog posts and a couple of chapters of the story I had been writing.