She held me close as we leaned in for a passionate kiss, our tongues touched lovingly as our cheeks grew hot for each other. She put her hand on my thigh, and I timidly let her do so. She started to push my back against the bed when I stopped her. "I haven't gone that far with another girl before, I'm sorry. Can we just stick to kissing?"
I've been bisexual for about as long as i can remember, i only ever came out to my mom when i was 13. It was a very melancholy moment, I was sobbing on the big brown sectional couch as she asked me what was wrong. I told her that kids at school were outing me as a lesbian, when i hadnt done anything with girls yet. She asked me if I liked girls, and I said yes. I was expecting her to get upset, yell at me, kick me out, or give me the address to the nearest homeless shelter.
Instead, she quietly nodded with a straight face and just said, that's okay. I don't care what you're into, you're still my daughter. I questioned her on why she wasn't mad, and she replied with the obvious, why would i be mad, it doesn't matter, i still love you. I'm still so grateful that she accepts all my bullshit.
I should really be giving my mother more credit nowadays. Believe me, I haven't been trying, and I really should.
I should buy her something nice.
I haven't been able to find a partner in two years, maybe three. My last one manipulated me and was a porn addict. Kole. if you see this, eat shit asshole. :)
Seriously though, I think I should work on myself before I work on someone else. Self care, read a book, go outside. Simple shit.
I haven't had a relaxing bath in months. A real one. With bath bombs, candles and bubbles. I'll treat myself someday.
