6/22/2023 0 Comments My lesbian experience with![]() I was not happy, but I was glad to be away from boys and what they thought of my mind (too sharp), my face and body (they called me a dog), and my neediness, my inability to protect myself from their anger. It is a slide show, my mother’s deepening interest in Sister Nancy, their kisses, their bodies changing in relationship to each other, to all of us children, and to the space of the occupied world.Ĭontrasted with this was my first year in an all-girl high school. I remember that year, 1974, with a frightening and bitter poignancy. ![]() It was 1974, I was 14, and the woman my mother fell in love with was the principal of my brothers’ and sisters’ new grade school, a nun who also happened to be my mother’s boss.Īs if this wasn’t complicated enough, I had become infatuated with one of my friends, an Italian girl with dark sloe eyes, olive skin, and wide hips–a girl whose body felt soft whenever I found an excuse to hug her. ![]() My mother was 37 when she fell in love with a woman, the same age I am now. ![]() Have an LGBTQ+ related experience or story to share? Having your article published on this site will automatically enrol you into a raffle to win a $50 Amazon Gift Card. Editor’s Note: The following submission is from Lyralen Kaye. ![]()
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