Straight woman living a lesbian lifestyle-my struggles-my blessings
In the begining there was my girlfriend, who then became my wife and is now becoming my husband. No one, and I mean NO ONE can fully prepare you for the transition journey let alone BEING the spouse of someone who is transitioning. I have the upmost respect and love for anyone going through their own transition. It is NOT easy. It is confusing, heartbreaking, frustrating, lonely, and awkward. I don’t know ANYONE who would…
I belong nowhere. I am not straight. I am not gay. This poses an issue in the LGBTQ community. The gays sneer at me like a wannabe and the straights have branded me, traitor. I turn to the trans since they seem to be the only ones who understand my struggle. Clawing at the surface, I dig deeper to discover who I am. I do not know. At a loss for words, I sit here…
Home is a sanctuary. A place of peace or so the saying goes. But what about if your home is combative? and yes, somewhat abusive? Where do you go? What do you do? Now I am not saying my home is abusive per se, at least not physically, however, mental, emotional and disrespect has a way of slowly creeping in settling into your bones then eats at you like cancer. You are dying little by…
My wife and I try to have date nights. Sounds simple enough. Every couple should have date nights to break away from the mundane. We spend so much time at work, household chores, and family obligations we tend to forget each other. The last thing on our mind at bedtime is romance. Falling facedown into our pillow we manage a mumbled ” I love you” before the chorus of snores echo the room. However, on…
What am I child? I have yet to explore this world of spanking so maybe I should try it. However, the idea of my partner smacking my rear does not seem appealing. I sat down with my partner watching an old movie “Exit to Eden”. The movie is funny but it does strike a nerve. I began to question if I would enjoying spanking or just the whole world of S&M? Then of course we…
We are led to believe that labels define us- boy, girl, husband, wife, dad, mom….. you get the picture. We’re consumed by them even when we buy things- what is the first thing we do? Check the label. Why? Shouldn’t our experiences define us and how we react to those experiences? Our character is shaped, honed and developed by them. The soul is scarred and always reflecting. I was asked recently ” what’s up with…