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My Favorite Lesbian

I have always had a special connection to lesbians. They have
been drawn to me, and I to them—and in at least one case,
a lesbian changed the course of my life.
In fifth grade, my friend and neighbor, Janet, tried to
hump me when she spent the night at my house. I found
this experience to be quite pleasurable. I remember she told
me that I would make a wonderful nurse or doctor. Janet
became pregnant at 17 and was kicked out of our high
school. Although I am not gay (and I guess she really wasn’t
either), I will always think of her as the one who lit the fire
to my sexuality.
Two years later, when I was moaning through a terrible
case of the mumps, my mother asked me what I would like
to read. I told her that I was interested in the Civil War,
and she unwittingly bought me The Carpetbaggers by Harold
Robbins. It was full of page after page of hot and stimulating
trashy sex. This was part two of my sexual awakening.
The closeted girls in camp found me on sleepover nights
when we were allowed to swim in the nude—buckbathing,
we called it then. Donna F. groped me year after year in the
dark pool and always picked me first for the volleyball and
softball games, even though I was a mediocre player. Favorit-
ism? You be the judge!
I always enjoyed this physical attention, but had no idea
what was going on. I had no words at the time to explain
to myself why the girls (and not the boys) were touching me