EVEN CANADIANS WATCH THE L-WORD - TALES FROM TORONTO, PART 2
Written by Miss Bliss on June 11, 2008 – 10:49 am -“Do you watch the L-Word,” asks the lovely Marcela, a German-Spanish Canadian.
“I certainly do,” I say. “There’s nothing I love to hate more than the L-Word.” Seven bi-girls have met on a sunny Saturday in June for conversation, community and fun. Already, the food has been eaten, drinks have been downed, and strangers have become friends.
“Come on, now. It’s a fun show to watch,” Marcela says.
“Look, I would watch anything Jennifer Beals does. Ever since Flashdance, I just love her. I think she’s great on the show and I am so glad her marriage with Tina ended so we could see her seducing new girls.”
“I love her and Shane,” says the pretty blonde to my right.
“Everyone’s in love with Shane,” I say.
“The scenes with Shane and Paige were just gorgeous,” says the beautiful brunette to my left. “I’m sorry that relationship ended. Paige has the greatest tits, don’t you think? And I heard Shane’s a real lesbian, and I think Max is, too.”
“I saw Shane once at NY Pride,” I say. “She’s definitely gay. I’m bummed they took Max’s character and made the only pretty butch on the show a pre-op transgender. Why couldn’t she just be the hot butch? Does every lesbian have to be an uber-femme super model?”
Marcela says, “I think they’re trying to bring awareness to transgender issues, which is good. Whatever they can do to create drama they will do because it’s a soap opera.” She turns to her auburn-haired friend on her left and asks, “Do you watch the L-Word?”
“I don’t have cable,” she says.
“My man is a computer guy,” says the asian beauty across from her, “we just download the episodes and watch them for free.”
“I love Cybill Shepard on the show. I thought she was just terrific,” the girl next to me says, and the table agrees.
“I hated Jenny so much until the end of this season,” says Marcela. “I just felt so bad for her when her assistant took over her whole film and her life. It was so sad.”
“Jenny deserves to be hated,” I say. “The best part of this season was when the writers realized that these girls would HATE Jenny and NEVER hang out with someone that self-absorbed and annoying.”
“And she’s the Canadian on the show,” says my co-host, Harper, and the table laughs.
“I’ve read some articles written by bisexuals about the show and they have many valid critiques,” I say.
“Like what,” asks Marcela.
“Well, Tina and Jenny both dated men at some point in the show, but they are also the most annoying characters. They always talk about Alice being bi, but she’s only interested in lesbian relationships,” I say. “I remember there was this one episode that started with each of them pointing a ‘gay-dar’ at each other. When it pointed at Alice it read ‘bisexual’ but nothing about her behavior seems bi to me.”
“Just because she’s only dating women now doesn’t mean she’s a lesbian,” says Marcela.
“True,” I say, “but the writers seem to critique any type of relationship that is not strictly monogamous. This season they had the sexiest scene when Shane met a lesbian couple that was in an open relationship. They invited Shane to join them for a threesome which was incredibly hot. But in the next episode, they punished their audience for enjoying the hot scene when they showed one of the girls lying to be with Shane behind her partner’s back. So, the message was, girls in open relationships are liars.”
“Whatever creates drama,” says Marcela. “Can you believe there are only 8 episodes left?”
“Only eight,” asks the brunette next to me.
“Next season is the last season.”
“Let’s just pray that Bette doesn’t get back together with Tina,” I say, “and let’s hope there’s a lot more sex and a lot LESS talking.”
Canadians should watch The L-Word, I think, as the conversation switches once again. After all, it is shot in Vancouver, the Los Angeles of Canada. And, no matter who I am with - bi-girls, lesbians or straight girls - everyone loves to hate it and can’t stop watching it. But then again, who wouldn’t want to watch beautiful women make love?
Are you a fan of the L-Word? What do you love about the show? Are you someone who loves to hate the show like me? What drives you crazy and what keeps you watching? Let me know!
XOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MIGHT ENJOY READING ABOUT OTHER BLISS BRUNCHES:
FROM TOMBOYS TO FAB FEMME GIRLS - TALES FROM TORONTO, PART 1
GET OUT OF YOUR HOUSE AND MAKE A BI-GIRL FRIEND
AN ODD PLACE TO MEET A BI-GIRL
THE STRANGE FOLKS ON CRAIGSLIST
THERE IS NO “ONE-TYPE” OF BI-GIRL
SHE’S A PERFECT GENTLEMAN AND SHE’S PACKIN’
I HAVE A CONFESSION TO MAKE
MY MOM OUTED ME OVER THANKSGIVING DINNER
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COMING UP ON BLISS WARRIOR:
THURSDAY - THE BEST FROM THE HOTEL BLISS GUEST BLOG - Read what other bi-girls are writing!
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LOS ANGELES GIRLS WHO WANT TO TEA:
GUESS WHAT? I DID NOT REALIZE THAT I SCHEDULED OUR HIGH TEA DURING NEW YORK’S PRIDE WEEKEND. I WILL BE IN NYC TO PROMOTE BLISS WARRIOR AND HOTEL BLISS SO I NEED TO RESCHEDULE OUR TEA. THE FIRST WEEKEND IN JULY IS THE 4TH OF JULY WEEKEND, SO I AM WONDERING IF JUNE 21ST IS BETTER THAN MID-JULY? PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK.
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FROM TOMBOYS TO FAB FEMME GIRLS - TALES FROM TORONTO, PART 1
Written by Miss Bliss on June 9, 2008 – 10:20 am -“Growing up, I always felt more comfortable with the boys. I guess it’s no surprise I ended up being the only girl working with the tech guys in IT. They were so surprised I never said, ‘I can’t lift that - I’m a girl.’ I would just lift the box or the couch or whatever - do all the work the guys did - while still being the gorgeous girl you see here.” The lovely girl with a ponytail of long dark hair floating down her back smiles. She obviously knows the power many bi-girls have discovered: it is even easier to run with the boys when you are a confident, femme, brilliant girl who loves being a woman as much as she loves being equal to the men.
Seven women have come together for brunch on a bright, hot day in Toronto, Canada. A lovely girl named Harper, with short cropped ringlets and porcelain skin, has helped me organize the first International Bliss Brunch, and seven bi and bi-friendly women have come together for friendship, community and fun flirtation. “I definitely was a tomboy growing up. I always wanted to play with the boys and only had 1 or 2 really good girlfriends.”
“As I have gone around the US meeting bi-girls for brunch,” I say, “it’s been fascinating to see how many bi-women were tomboys growing up and felt that when they came into their bisexuality they also learned to enjoy being feminine for the first time.”
“I definitely was a tomboy growing up,” says a luminous auburn haired girl with blunt bangs that highlight her almond shaped eyes. “I mostly had guy friends growing up. But I may still be a tomboy. You’re lucky I put on mascara! That’s a lot of effort for me.”
“Oh my gosh,” says the fetching blonde next to me, decked out in an animal print dress trimmed with black lace, “I was such a tomboy! Always out playing sports with the boys. Then I went through a granola stage where I never shaved or anything. Can you imagine?” And it is hard to imagine, seeing her in a sharp fitted black jacket and sexy heels. “When I knew I loved women, everything changed. I suddenly loved being a girly-girl and all the things that come with being femme. Waxing, jewelry, lingerie, make-up - I love all of it now.”
The brunette sitting to my left has large, pretty eyes and a sharp, sexy presence. She muses, “I think that’s because girls can be so mean to each other. It made it easier to just play with the boys.”
Harper looks up brightly. “Absolutely. During college I decided to live with four other women in a house and at first, I thought, this is just going to be a house full of drama. But it ended up being great. All of the girls got along (well, except for two and that fight only started when I was about to move out.) The girls came up with quote boards that we hung on our own kitchen cabinet doors. You couldn’t write on your own quote board, but you could write on the all the other girls’ boards. To this day, I still have my quote board. It makes me so happy to read it and remember that women really can get along without being catty or mean to each other.”
The conversation moves away from the tomboy topic, but I quietly wonder about this pattern among bi-girls. So many of us felt growing up that we were the outsider to girls and chose to spend more time with boys because they were “easier”. Sometime later, each of us learned to embrace our femininity and our sexual desire for both men and women. Is the desire to have a female lover tied to these early feelings of separateness from girls? Does loving women help us to love ourselves? Does celebrating the beauty of the female form encourage us to celebrate our own girly beauty? Or, had we been accepted by the girls early on, would we desire female love in adulthood?
Let me know what you think. Were you a tomboy who grew up into a fab, femme, girly-girl? Share your story here.
XOXOXOXOXOOX
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ARE (WERE) A TOMBOY, YOU MAY ENJOY READING:
ASK MISS BLISS - A TOMBOY HANDLES JEALOUSY
IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MIGHT ENJOY READING STORIES FROM OTHER BLISS BRUNCHES:
GET OUT OF YOUR HOUSE AND MAKE A BI-GIRL FRIEND
AN ODD PLACE TO MEET A BI-GIRL
THE STRANGE FOLKS ON CRAIGSLIST
THERE IS NO “ONE-TYPE” OF BI-GIRL
SHE’S A PERFECT GENTLEMAN AND SHE’S PACKIN’
I HAVE A CONFESSION TO MAKE
MY MOM OUTED ME OVER THANKSGIVING DINNER
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COMING UP THIS WEEK ON BLISS WARRIOR:
TUESDAY - AND THEN THERE WERE TWO, PART III - Our guest blogger, V. returns with this true, serialized story of her, her man, and the female lover he introduced her to.
WEDNESDAY - TALES FROM TORONTO, PART 2 - More stories from the first fantastic international Bliss Brunch
THURSDAY - THE BEST FROM THE HOTEL BLISS GUEST BLOG - Read what other bi-girls are writing!
FRIDAY - SPIN THE BOTTLE, PART 2 - Bliss brings you the second part of this Friday Night Bedtime Story.
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NEW FEATURES ON HOTEL BLISS:
Thanks to the hard work of the Hotel Bliss Team, you can now chat live in the Laundry Room!
Also, the Hotel Bliss Boutique will OPEN for sales and flirtation with artists this week!
The Penthouse has been upgraded. Now you will be notified when your pictures receive comments AND you can organize your photos into albums.
COMING SOON - The Basement. The place for your naughtier photos is almost done. Share that devilish side of yourself with your friends.
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DESPERATE AT 30 WEEKS - AN EXCERPT FROM MY MISERABLE, LONELY, LESBIAN PREGNANCY
Written by Miss Bliss on May 21, 2008 – 10:25 am -Dearest Readers, I introduced you to my marvelously funny and talented friend, Andrea Askowitz, in my blog, Sharing the Same Sperm: A Love Story. This month Cleis Press is releasing her hysterical and poignant memoir, My Miserable, Lonely, Lesbian Pregnancy, and I am proud to share an excerpt of her book with you.
XOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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Desperate at 30 Weeks
An Excerpt from My Miserable, Lonely, Lesbian Pregnancy (Cleis Press)
by Andrea Askowitz
I was thirty weeks pregnant, which is seven and a half months. I was big when I got this new, yet vaguely familiar feeling. I got pregnant alone, using an anonymous sperm donor and had spent the first 7 and a half months of my pregnancy feeling sorry for myself because I didn’t have a partner. I didn’t have anyone to have sex with either, but I was too depressed to care.
WEEK 30, DAY 2
“I’m finding it difficult to get laid,” I say.
Ravi, my friend who has had more sex than anyone I know, says, “Oh, you’re back.”
I say, “I’m back more than ever.”
“Plenty of people would want to have sex with you,” he says, “especially when you’re pregnant.”
“Who?”
WEEK 30, DAY 3
My downstairs neighbor at work, who’s a professional photographer, asks me to pose for a book he’s doing on pregnant women. He shows me his pictures, which are stunning and unique, just bellies mostly.
He and his assistant set up lights in my office. He is confident as he snaps my picture. He tells me how to stand or turn. He talks about how beautiful pregnant women are, how beautiful I am. I take off my clothes.
I have known him for more than a year and always thought he was a friendly guy. He is very good-looking: black with light skin and big dark eyes and long eyelashes. He has a straight nose and full lips with perfect white teeth. His head is shaved, which makes him look more like a boy than a man. He is only 26.
He chats a little but never stops shooting. I tell him pregnancy is hard. He nods. I start to think he’s sexy.
“Who takes care of you?” he says.
“I do.”
“Who rubs you down?”
“No one.”
He puts his camera down and says, “Don’t be shy to call me.”
I go home and call Ravi. “I’m going to have sex,” I say.
“With who?”
“The photographer man at my office.”
“Uh, you’re a lesbian.”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t have sex with a man. What should I make him for dinner?”
Ravi suggests pasta primavera. “And don’t forget to play the CD.”
Several months ago, when Ravi was Internet dating, he gave me his secret weapon in case I ever needed to use it. “This CD is too potent to name,” he said. “By the fifth song it’s guaranteed to get anybody to take his clothes off.”
WEEK 30, DAY 4
I call the photographer, and he comes over. He brings oil and lotion, for different parts of the body. He seems to know massage.
We eat dinner. I don’t think he likes the primavera. He is quiet. I think maybe he’s nervous. I ask him if he has a girlfriend or a boyfriend.
He says he only dates women, but that he’s single. “I don’t want a girlfriend. I’m focused on work.”
“But don’t you want love and sex?”
“I have two girls who give me head whenever I want.”
“Do you go down on them?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“They just do it for me to keep me out of trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?”
“You know.”
“No.”
After dinner he wants to get right to the massage. “What should I wear?” I say.
He says, “Nothing. I’ve already seen you naked.”
True, but now I’m nervous to be alone with him. I can hear my neighbors talking, so I think if he gets psycho, I’ll scream, and they’ll come in.
I put the CD on low, put on boxers and a tank top, and lie down on my side on the bed. My belly is too big to lie face down. He starts with my back, under my shirt. His touch is firm and strong. He uses lavender oil, one scent I love, even while pregnant. I am relaxing. I take off my shirt and he massages my arms, my neck, and my belly really gently. My baby is happy.
He spends a lot of time on my belly, making circles with his warm hands. I watch his hands; they are confident. His fingers are big and lean and pretty. He has very little hair on his latte-colored arms.
His circles get wider and then he runs his hands over my breasts. I am startled. My breath quickens.
I say, “That’s nice.”
He doesn’t say anything but does it again: He circles my belly and then touches my breast slowly and deliberately. One and then the other. I look at his face and find no reaction. He is staring at something on the wall. I say, “What are you thinking about?”
“Work,” he says.
“You’re thinking about work?”
“I have lots to do.”
Portishead is playing on the CD. Slow, rhythmic bass. “Is this sexy to you?” I ask.
“Do I want to have sex with you?”
“Well, that’s not what I asked, but do you?” I am breathing heavier now. I can’t help myself.
“Only if you really want me to.”
“No, I don’t,” I say. I don’t want to. This guy’s creepy. “But we could do other things.”
“Like what?” I look him up and down. His shoulders are broad, like a swimmer’s. His muscles show through his tight, white T-shirt. I look to see if he has a bulge in his jeans, but I can’t tell. He is barefoot.
“Well, why don’t you take your shirt off?”
“No, this is for you,” he says.
He then spends 45 minutes massaging my feet and legs. He takes several minutes with my toes and works his way, very slowly, over my ankles and calves. He rubs my knees and thighs and presses hard against my hip and then my butt. His hands are inside my boxers making circles on my butt the way he did my belly, and I am breathing heavy. I take off my boxers.
He lowers me onto my back, spreads my legs open and slowly kneads the inside of my thighs with both hands. He is rubbing and squeezing the soft flesh just below my groin. I arch up to receive him, but he moves his hands down. I raise my hips and he strokes me. I hear myself moan and this embarrasses me.
When he moves away I arch my back and he returns. I move my hips up and down. I am begging. Finally, he puts his fingers inside me and I move back and forth on his agile fingers. I am getting the most full-body massage I’ve ever gotten.
I ask again, “Now do you think this is sexy?”
“It’s pretty,” he says. “Your kitty is pretty.”
When the CD ends, he says, “Okay, I gotta go.” He leaves quickly.
I lie there awake, alone, thinking about being touched by anyone, even a strange black man who doesn’t want me. I take out my Pocket Rocket, which I keep in the drawer of my night table in case of emergencies, and, surrounded by the scent of lavender, make myself come before falling asleep.
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THE BEST OF THE HOTEL BLISS GUEST BLOG - READ WHAT BI-GIRLS ARE WRITING!
Written by Miss Bliss on May 1, 2008 – 11:00 am -Dearest Readers, As many of you know, Hotel Bliss, the first private community site for bi and bi-friendly women, is open for beta testing, and already the Guest Blog is full of amazing true stories. Some girls are writing about bi identity, some are sharing coming out stories, others are describing their unusual jobs… All the posts are well-written and incredibly interesting. Each week, I will highlight some of the best posts from the blog for your reading pleasure. XOXOXOXOXXO BLISS WARRIOR
I WAS THE LAST TO KNOW I WAS BI
written by Evocateur
I was twenty when I finally decided that there was no getting around it. I was unashamedly, irrefutably bisexual. The funny thing was, I had been saying I was bi since I was fifteen. Now, before you accuse me of being the type of girl that would make out with another girl at parties just to get attention, let me explain that I was hopelessly clueless about who I was even when I was staring straight at myself. Until I was twenty, I called myself theoretically bi. I knew I thought girls were stunning, but I had never felt a deep emotional attachment to one.
That changed when I met Jaime. Jaime was a bi girl who was an acquaintance of mine. I was dating a man at the time and they had fooled around. Overcome with guilt, she insisted to him that she had to tell me. Up until that conversation, I really didn’t know her that well. We started talking and I immediately became interested in this delightful and complex girl. After one conversation, it didn’t matter that she had fooled around with my boyfriend. In fact, I was happy because I never would have discovered how wonderful she was otherwise.
Jaime was just as surprised as I was at my reaction. I fell head over heels for her in a surprisingly short period of time. My man became convinced that I liked girls more than I liked boys. I was fighting spontaneous romantic urges I had never felt before in my life. I called her my inamorata.
Now here’s what I valued most about this precious bit of time where I had my inamorata’s affection. I began to look at women differently. I had always had a somewhat uneasy relationship with other women. I found them intimidating, inscrutable, or too catty for my liking. Now, everywhere I turned I found something wonderful in the women around me. Their beauty, their intellects, their hopes and their creativity. They all reminded me of her. I also had far more self confidence because I loved her and I was a woman just like her, so I began to love myself. I looked different when I saw myself in the mirror. This is what my love for Jaime did to me.
TO READ THE REST OF THE BLOG, CLICK HERE.
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A SIGH OF RELIEF: COMING OUT TO MY FRIEND
by Shananigans
I went to go pick up my check, thinking I would just be in and out. In my case, nothing really goes as planned for me. I end up wandering to see my friend that is working her department. Before I can see her, I hear her lispy voice ” hi chi-chi girl!” ( she calls me that in reference to my new clit piercing). I turn and I blush in her direction. She hugs me. ” I knew it was you, because I saw that big butt of yours.” I laugh thinking about all the gossip I have heard regarding my ass from co-workers. I am not offended. I feel complimented, in fact.
So we both get to talking about plans for the weekend. I remind her of my trip to California. She beams ” you are the luckiest girl I know.” She thinks it’s admirable that my man and I have been so strong thus far in our now two-year relationship. She asks if I have been out lately. I mumble something about working and not having time. I mentioned something weird that happened one drunken night recently. Her eyes lit up. “Oh, you have to tell me!” I say, “Nah, you really don’t wanna know.. You’ll probably think I am weird or something…,” I trail off. She assures me, and after five minutes of gentle prodding I admit to having a threesome. Her eyes grow large. “WITH TWO GUYS?!!!!”
I say no…
She stares a second…
I say, ”It was with a guy and a girl, I’m bi.”
TO READ THE REST OF THE BLOG, CLICK HERE.
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TALES OF A DANCER: THE FIRST INSTALLMENT
by Heavenly Heather
She put on black slacks, a dressy, low-cut, sexy shirt, and pulled on the black high heeled boots. The flat-iron clamped on each clump of already-straight black hair. Each one had to be in place. She needed this.
She carefully covered each blemish on her face with the pale base make-up. Her eyeliner had to be straight. Her lips had to be red. Her eyelashes had to be curled. If she didn’t get this, where would they go?
He had told her she didn’t have to do it. But she knew she did. He was visibly angry at himself for allowing this to happen. Why couldn’t he do more? Why couldn’t he get another job…maybe two? Why was she being so stubborn about this? But he knew she needed to do it. It was the only way.
She held her breath and tried not to think about it as she gripped the steering wheel.
It’s okay. You can do it.
Her very christian childhood prohibited sex, petting, or even talking intimately before marriage. Kissing was to be EXTREMELY limited and reserved for those who were engaged…and now it had come to this. How could she?
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WHAT TO GET AN ESCORT FOR HER BIRTHDAY
by Saying It All
I’m sitting in the shade on a pleasantly hot afternoon. The condensation on my glass of whiskey is making a small puddle on the glass top of the bar that Dani and her man Bart have set up on their patio. It’s a birthday barbeque for me and Dani. I’m surrounded by the people who know me best. My chosen family. Each and every one of them knows my secrets and would protect me with all that they have. They know that my work takes so much out of me, in spirit and love and energy. They know I’ve been feeling a bit of care-giver burnout. And every one of them is making sure I simply enjoy myself for a change. I’m in the most comfortable space I can imagine.
But we’ve been drinking for hours now. The sun is starting to sink, and I’m feeling the heat and liquor. I ask Dani if I can lay down for just a bit. She leads me into her bedroom and pulls back the covers while I strip off my pants. I climb between the cool sheets and she tucks me in and places a sweet kiss on my forehead.
“I’ll come wake you in just a bit.” she says, as she’s walking to the door. But as she opens the door, there stand Lia and Jane. These two are my partners in crime. And though Dani offers to shoo them away, I tell her to go ahead and let them in. My girls are always welcome.
They come to the bed, one on each side, and stroke my hair and face, kiss my fingers, ask me if I’m feeling ok. I assure them that I’m just laying down for a bit. Recharging. A look passes between them. A sly smile. They peel the covers down to my waist and encourage me to let them take my tank and bra. “To make you more comfortable”. And they are right. I’m more comfy without them. Especially when Jane runs her hands up from my bellybutton to gently stroke my breasts. They are such dolls. Being soothing, kind, loving. And I’m feeling like the most loved being on Earth.
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ASK MISS BLISS - HE DOESN’T BELIEVE I’M COMMITTED
Written by Miss Bliss on April 28, 2008 – 3:01 pm -Dear Miss Bliss,
I am writing to you about a recent development concerning dating men as a bi-girl. I am dating a man and I was up front from the beginning about being bi. Later, we discussed how he actually felt about being intimate with me knowing that I am a bi-girl. He responds with the following statement: “I like you. I really like how we spend our time together: watching tv, smoking bowls, laughing, playing online poker, etc. I am, however, concerned that your being bi will be harder for me to actually come to grips with if we were really considering a relationship beyond what this two week encounter allows. I mean, what if you decide one morning all you want is women?”
“What?!” I explained to him, “I am bi, and I use this term because I like being with both men and women. BUT that doesn’t mean I like them both at the same time. I definitely am not straight one day and randomly lesbian the next. I like both men and women equally everyday. I handle each relationship/encounter/person one at a time. I only like women, one woman at a time, just like I only like to date one man at a time. Unless my cheater-armor becomes penetrated and flawed, you don’t have to worry.”
I am writing to you because I was curious to see what you thought.
Ciao,
Hopelessly Devoted Bi-Girl
Dearest Devoted Girl,
One of the stereotypes bi-women are struggling to overcome is the myth that they are unable to have committed relationships with one partner. According to Lisa Diamond, an associate professor of psychology and gender studies at the University of Utah, bisexual women are not only capable of having long-term committed relationships with one partner, but they are more likely to have longer-lasting relationships than their straight and lesbian sisters. (To read more about Ms. Diamond’s study, click here to read “Bisexuals Are No Longer Confused”.)
THERE IS NO “ONE-TYPE” OF BI-GIRL
Being bisexual is confusing to many straight and gay people. Negative stereotypes about bisexuals have been reinforced by the porn industry and the media through films like, “Basic Instinct”. According to them, female bisexuals are sex-crazed sluts who will “sleep with anything that moves” and, therefore, cannot be trusted to be committed partners (plus, in the case of film, they may just be insane killers on top of everything else). The truth, however, is there are many different ways to be bi. Some girls, like you, are interested in monogamous relationships with either a man or a woman. Some are in relationships but enjoy bringing long-term lovers into their connection. Others enjoy casual encounters with friends or acquaintances, while others are in open relationships where play remains outside of the primary relationship. There are even bi-girls who enjoy a combination of the above. The point is, as a bisexual community it is up to us to fight these negative stereotypes.
BEING BI IS CHOOSING LOVE BEFORE GENDER
Being bisexual is not about whom you are having sex with, it is about how you approach love. Bi women are open to love before gender. A bisexual girl will choose her partner based not on the sex organs they were born with, but on the spiritual, physical and emotional connection they share.
CONFRONT NEGATIVE STEREOTYPES ONE PERSON AT A TIME
Be gentle with your new love interest. Many people do not how wonderful, committed, communicative, loving, and thoughtful bi-girls are. They assume that all bisexuals are confused, dishonest, malicious, sex and drug-addicted swingers because that has been the primary way they have been portrayed by porn-makers and the media. The only way we can change negative stereotypes is by confronting them one at a time. I applaud you for choosing honesty in your relationships and for helping to teach one other person the truth about the bisexual community.
XOXOXOXOOX
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY READING:
BISEXUALS ARE NO LONGER CONFUSED
THERE IS NO “ONE-TYPE” OF BI-GIRL
BOYFRIENDS WHO CAN’T HANDLE BI-GIRLS
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THURSDAY: THE BEST OF THE HOTEL BLISS GUEST BLOG. HOTEL BLISS IS OPEN FOR TESTING AND ALREADY BI-GIRLS ARE SHARING THEIR EXPERIENCES, FEELINGS, AND TRUE STORIES. WE WILL HIGHLIGHT THE BEST BLOGS EACH WEEK HERE AT BLISS WARRIOR. I KNOW YOU WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED.
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CHOCOLATE PUDDING THAT IS DAIRY, WHEAT AND NUT-FREE
Written by Miss Bliss on April 24, 2008 – 9:43 am -
My darling childhood friend recently found our that her nine-month old baby is allergic to dairy, wheat and nuts. Since she is still breastfeeding, this means she cannot eat dairy, wheat or nuts either!
“What I miss most is fat,” says Sonia. “I’m starving and just want to eat chocolate! Do you have any dessert recipes that are dairy, wheat and nut-free?”
“Actually, girl, you are in luck! Did you know you can make an amazing chocolate pudding out of ripe avocados?”
“Shut up,” says Sonia with a laugh. “You are not serious.”
“Really! The avocado is a great creamy base for the pudding and the chocolate masks any avocado taste. Plus, you get lots of really great fats and vitamins from the avocado. Not only will it satisfy your cravings, it will make your skin glow and your hair shine.”
“Send me the recipe. I’m starving for chocolate.”
RAW VEGAN CHOCOLATE PUDDING
2 T organic chocolate
1 cup water
1 t. vanilla extract
1/4 t. cinnamon
10 pitted dates, soaked in water for 5-10 minutes and drained
1 avocado, ripe
strawberries
1. In a food processor or high-speed blender, process all ingredients except strawberries, dates and avocado.
2. While the food processor is running, alternate dates and avocado until the entire mixture is smooth.
3. In a wine or champagne glass, alternate mousse and sliced strawberries to create a layered decadent dessert.
TIP: If you use more water this makes a wonderful chocolate sauce to pour over your favorite vegan ice cream or a dipping sauce for fruit.
This recipe was slightly altered from Robyn Boyd’s amazing raw (and some cooked) vegan cookbook, Rawsome Recipes.
XOXOXOXOXOX
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY READING:
DRINK YOUR VEGETABLES
GET SKINNY WITH BUTTERNUT SQUASH SOUP
SHE SIPS SAKE
GET SKINNY EATING DECADENTLY (with a recipe for vegan chocolate pudding made from fresh coconut)
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HOTEL BLISS UPDATE:
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PLAYING WITH GENDER: DAPHNE STRAPS IT ON FOR HER MAN
Written by Miss Bliss on April 23, 2008 – 8:57 am -Dearest Readers,
This week our marvelous guest blogger, Daphne, returns to share her true experience using a strap-on in sexual play with her boyfriend. I hope you enjoy and I look forward to hearing your comments.
XOXOXOXOX
BLISS WARRIOR
PLAYING WITH GENDER
The first time I used a strap-on was on my ex-boyfriend Jacob. He was, as he liked to say, heteroflexible. During our relationship, we played with gender quite a bit. I am a small cute girl, while he is a tall handsome man; yet we played opposite roles in the bedroom.
MY FIRST STRAP-ON
I was familiar with strap-ons in so far as girls had used them on me before. Jacob was the first person – male or female - I strapped it on for. I went to my favorite store, Toys in Babeland, and bought several dildos, as well as a harness. It’s good to do research because one can easily become overwhelmed with the variety of sex toys out there; silicone, glass, anal, vaginal, dishwasher safe, etc. I had no idea what to buy my first time out.
After studying many options, Jacob and I purchased five silicone and glass dildos. I decided on silicone because it was dishwasher safe and Jacob liked it the best. I also bought glass ones because when girls used toys on me in the past, I liked glass the most. Glass sex toys are dishwasher-safe but are not good for strap-on play. They are great, however, for anal play and warming your lover up for penetration.
We also bought a butt-plug because the sales girls suggested it as a way to ease into play, although I soon found out fingers, ice and glass toys are the best way to ready your lover.
TRY VARIOUS TOYS UNTIL YOU FIND THE RIGHT ONE
Jacob was into big and hard dildos, while I liked softer and smaller toys. One night, we tried using a double dildo with the harness. I found it to be very uncomfortable because the dildo was made of extremely hard material. It was too hard for my liking and just sat inside me with no clit stimulation. Obviously, it did not do anything for me physically, except the idea of it excited my brain.
Once, Jacob and I used a blow-up dildo. This was a big mistake! After inserting it, I inflated it until it got too big inside him. I had to slowly deflate it. I thought I had ruined him for life and felt horrible. I would not recommend this toy.
Another favorite were anal beads. Ah, they are so much fun! They are not big and the pleasure of using them is delightful.
TAKE CONTROL AND LOVE IT
I loved the power that penetrating him gave me. I’m five feet tall, weigh barely one hundred pounds to his six foot four, one hundred eighty five foot frame. Having him on his knees, begging me to take him and sticking the dildo down his throat… Ah, that’s a great feeling. He said it was the best sex he ever had.
USE LUBE AND SMALL TOYS FIRST
When we played, I would tie his hands together, then blindfold him, and use a finger, then two, to massage him and open him up. (Eros is the best lubricant I’ve found for fingering a lover or lubricating latex, by the way, though it should not be used with silicone toys because it is not a water based lubricant and will break down toys over time.) When he was ready, I ‘d insert a dildo, then a larger one, working my way up to the strap-on. Sometimes he would be on his back, sometimes his stomach, but he was always quiet.
TEASE HIM WITH ICE
If I were really in a cruel mood, I would use ice cubes before inserting the dildos. I would first run them over his body, gently and slowly–then I would stick one inside of him. His hands were tied most of the time so he could not stop me. He would beg me to stop but he loved the feeling. Sometimes I would use two or three ice cubes at the same time. I don’t know how he could take the pain, but he always did. When I finally took him, the dildo came as a huge relief.
RELAXATION IS KEY
The most important thing was that Jacob was relaxed. That’s why I used different sized dildos and my fingers first. He would usually take a bath too. It’s important to be prepared and open as well as clean. It makes the experience much more fun for both of us.
CONTROL HIS CLIMAX
I would pretend I was a man, and it felt amazing. The raw power of knowing I was in control of his orgasm and pleasure was the greatest feeling. I would not let him touch himself when his hands were free. I wanted him to be ready for me. Once in a great while, I let him come, but not often. He would beg me, whimper, and I would say, “Shut up, it’s not time. Be still. Don’t touch yourself.” He would squirm but lie there obediently with his ass in the air.
STRAP-ON TOYS ARE GREAT STRAP-LESS, TOO
I also found that I liked using the toys without the strap-on because I could achieve a level of control that was not possible with the harness. I could go very hard and deep with just my hand and a toy. Jacob preferred the strap-on, though.
PLANNING TO USE AND BUY NEW TOYS CAN BRING YOU TOGETHER
Talking about the experience, preparing for it, and actually having it also brought us closer together. It’s something that not everyone does. We read books, watched DVDs, and went shopping. We talked about having a threesome but broke up before that happened. It would have been a great experience under the right circumstances. Using toys, being with another person, working as one, I am excited even as I write about it!
EXPLORE AND GROW CLOSER AS A COUPLE
Strap-on play is certainly not for everyone but can be quite fun. I love both giving and receiving. It’s something to discuss with your lover. Whether in a relationship with a man or a woman, anal play is amazing. It’s all about trust and understanding. Exploration, there’s a whole new world out there!
XOXOXOXO
DAPHNE
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IF YOU ENJOYED READING THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY READING OTHER GUEST BLOGS…
BY DAPHNE:
TIE ME UP, TIE ME DOWN: A BI-GIRL SHARES HER FIRST S&M EXPERIENCE
BY JUNGLE JANE:
A GIRL’S FIRST VIBRATOR: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
GETTING HER NUMBER: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
BY V.:
AND THEN THERE WERE TWO – CHAPTER ONE
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FIVE NEGATIVE STEREOTYPES ABOUT BISEXUALS
Written by Miss Bliss on February 18, 2008 – 11:26 am -Dear Miss Bliss,
I don’t know if I would classify myself as bi. I don’t really know what my sexuality is. I am only 22 years old and have been in a serious relationship for the past three years. I knew I was attracted to girls before I met my current boyfriend. I’ve been lucky in the sense that I can talk to my man openly about my bisexual feelings and he understands. His only rule is that he be allowed to participate.
The only problem is I don’t want him to be there when I have my first experience with a girl. A lot of it is my own insecurity and the other part is I want to experience my first time without an audience.
A year ago, I set out to find a girl to explore my curiosity with and - unbelievably - met someone through Craigslist and we really hit it off. When we finally met in person, I couldn’t believe my luck! Not only was she beautiful, we had so much in common, and there was never an awkward silence between the two of us. We knew right away that we could be great friends.
Towards the end of the date, things got very physical. Needless to say, there was a lot of alcohol involved and we weren’t very careful about what we were doing. We were hooking up in her car outside of my apartment and my boyfriend caught us in the act - naked and everything.
Before I continue, you should know that my boyfriend is a very stereotypical Latin man who is jealous, possessive, immature, but also loving and passionate, and he worships the ground I walk on. He was very hurt that I went out with a girl behind his back and it took a long time and a lot of apologizing to get him to forgive me. In the end, he told me that I could no longer see this girl or even talk to her. He even went as far as calling her and telling her to stay away from me. Of course, she got freaked out and we decided to cool it.
It’s been a year and I have not been able to forget her. The whole incident was devastating to me. Ever since then it’s been hard for me go out without my boyfriend without being grilled about the night extensively when I get home.
A lot of time has passed and my desire to be with a woman is overwhelming. I am constantly asking myself if I even want to be with a man at all. When we’re having sex I find myself fantasizing about being with a woman and that’s how I get off! I’ve tried to convince him to let me have a special “friend” on the side but he’s afraid I will leave him for her, so the same first rule applies: only if he’s involved. And I’m still not comfortable with that.
In a few weeks, I will be moving out of our apartment and I am hoping to use that new freedom to explore what it’s like to really be with a woman. I don’t know that it’s fair to stay in a relationship with him knowing that what I really want is a woman’s touch. However - and I know this sounds selfish - I am afraid to break up with him only to realize I can’t find a decent girl.
Can you give me some advice? Also, do you think what I’m doing is wrong?
xoxox
CAUGHT CHEATING IN THE CAR
Darling Caught Cheating,
It’s not often that I feel sorry for the jealous possessive boyfriend, but your letter has made it happen. It is also very rare that an Ask Miss Bliss letter makes me wonder if all of those negative stereotypes about bisexuals may just be true and accurate. Sweet girl, I know you are young, and I am so glad you wrote to me because you may never be a happy bisexual girl unless you make some changes in your behavior.
FIVE NEGATIVE STEREOTYPES ABOUT BISEXUALS THAT YOUR LETTER IS REINFORCING:
1. BISEXUALS ARE CONFUSED
It is fine to be unsure if the labels bi, straight or gay are right for you. However, if you are calling yourself “curious” (and therefore, implying you are bisexual) when you are behaving badly (i.e., lying and cheating on your man) you are teaching him and your lover that bisexuals are liars and cheaters. Stop reinforcing the negative stereotypes we are trying to dismantle and get honest and open in your sexual behavior. There is no need to lie or cheat but you have to be strong to be ethical and honest. Know that the enemy is not your partner wanting to be involved - it is you for not being able to stick to the terms of your relationship!
2. BISEXUALS CANNOT COMMIT
Even though you know that your man is jealous and the two of you have agreed that you will not do anything with a girl “unless he is involved”, you still lie to him. You are not brave enough to break off the relationship to explore your “curiosity” on your own. Instead, you go behind his back on the Internet searching for girls, and even go on a date with a girl and get naked right in front of the apartment you share, and are still mad at him when he can no longer trust you. Do you see how you are reinforcing the negative stereotype that bisexuals cannot be trusted?
3. BISEXUALS THINK BEING WITH A GIRL BEHIND THEIR MAN’S BACK IS NOT CHEATING
Lesbians have a right to be angry and/or suspicious when bisexual woman come on to them in bars because of “curious” girls like you, darling reader. Bi-women who are in serious relationships with men often believe that their man has no right to be jealous when they are with girls because “they wouldn’t leave him for a girl.” Many sincere, kind, sexy lesbians have been toyed around with lying curious-and-not-sure-if-they-are-bi girls who are cheating on men. I am sure your perfect girlfriend was “freaked out” when you’re man called her to tell her to stay away from you - but she was not just freaked out by him. She learned that you were lying to him and to her, and what girl would want to date someone like that? No wonder some lesbians want nothing to do with bi-girls; they have been burned by behavior similar to yours.
4. BI-GIRLS SHOULDN’T HAVE TO INCLUDE THEIR PRIMARY PARTNER
Darling girl, many bi-curious girls say that they want their first time with a girl NOT to involve their partner for two reasons: (1) it is much easier to hook up with a girl when no man is involved, and (2) they do not trust their man enough to share the experience with him. But here, again, is why this type of behavior reinforces negative stereotypes about bisexuals. First, it demonstrates that you do not want to enjoy a lover to DEEPEN your connection with your primary relationship. Second, if your man does not approve of you being alone with a girl for the first time, then anything behind his back is cheating. Just because she is a girl and you think you will not fall in love with her does not make it fair to lie and cheat. What you need to be working on is your relationship with your man. If he will not let you have lovers on the side and you will not include him, then you need to get a therapist and start couples therapy immediately. Or, it may be time to end the relationship because it is obvious you do not respect his needs or his feelings. Don’t reinforce the stereotype that bisexuals cannot have healthy long-term relationships; just get honest.
5. BISEXUALS WANT THEIR CAKE AND TO EAT IT, TOO
According to your letter, you have already had a “first time” with a girl in a car but you now want a second “first time” without your man’s involvement even though you KNOW it will hurt him terribly. In order to do this, you are going to move out of the apartment you share so you will have “easier access” to girls. Well, this is fine except for the fact that you are STILL planning on lying to him because you do not want to end the relationship out of fear of being alone. Darling, this reinforces the stereotype that bisexuals are selfish and only care about their own sexual desires and pleasures. By lying to your man, you are also setting up relationships with women that are based on lies. You WON’T find a healthy relationship with a woman until you are ready to date in an honest and respectful manner.
Darling Reader, there are so many amazing bisexual woman who are honest with themselves, their partners and their lovers. Their lives become happy and drama-free just by being ethical and responsible to the people they love. Be the Bi-Girl You Want to Meet and get honest. It just makes life better and easier.
OXOXOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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WAKE ME UP WITH YOUR TONGUE - A FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY
Written by Miss Bliss on February 8, 2008 – 4:09 pm -PLEASE NOTE: THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT. IT IS ONLY APPROPRIATE FOR ADULTS OVER THE AGE OF 18.
You’re on your side pretending to sleep; Lisa’s curled around you, moving her hips back and forth, wanting more. One hand touches your shoulder, and fingers crawl down your arm. She explores your naked body in the grey morning light, but she hasn’t given you a reason to get up yet.
You know what she wants, but you pretend not to. You purr a little, and turn to lie on your stomach. “Sweetie,” you say, “it’s way too early.” You aren’t going to make this easy for her.
Lisa changes tactics and straddles your naked back. Licking her tongue down your spine, over your buttocks and tasting your inner thighs, she won’t let you go back to sleep. Although you don’t show it yet, you are delighted by this sexy formerly-straight-now-totally-turned bi-girl.
Her tongue is pressing, discovering, opening your legs as her hand lightly reaches under you and gently taps your clit. Girls are always too gentle the first time they touch another girl. So many guys have ripped them up, making them sore or in pain with their eagerness, that it is no wonder a girl touches another girl with hesitant feather-light fingers.
The tease of her touch makes you expand, get harder, and the frenzy of her tongue behind you, licking you between your buttocks, can no longer be ignored. Your body is responding and doesn’t care how tired you are. Your hips start moving on their own, pressing down on her hand, grinding into the mattress, determined to create more pressure.
But she pulls her hand away, and laughs this deep sexy tropical laugh, and says, “Oh. The kitten doesn’t want to nap anymore.”
You get up on your knees and face her. Her eyes sparkle with delight because she knows she has turned you on. You kiss. “Prepare yourself,” and you push her down on her back.
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The night before, you stumbled home drunk on each other’s beauty, and she asked you, “If I wasn’t with you tonight, you’d be with some other girl, right?”
This frustrated you. “Just because I’m bi doesn’t mean I sleep with every girl I meet.”
“You liked her, I could tell.” She meant the tall dark-skinned girl who was flirting with both of you at the club.
“She was sweet, but not my type.”
“You wanted her,” Lisa said with a smile. Another game.
You looked directly into her grey eyes. “I want you. You know I’ve always wanted you.” You kissed her and she wrapped her arms around your waist. “Let’s go back to my place.”
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You are dazed by the orgasm she just gave you, but she has no time to linger. “Are you sure you don’t want to get some breakfast?”
“I have to do some work for tomorrow. I need to get an early start.” She is back to her workday self: tense, brusque and super straight.
We hug at the door and for a moment she is the girl you adored this morning. She hugs you slowly, tracing your spine with her fingertips. She says, “You’re amazing.” Her face shifts and the coldness returns. She turns and is gone, down the hallway towards the elevator.
Back in bed you wonder if she’s the type of straight girl that will put last night’s splendor in a box that will never be opened. It could go either way. Some girls have their one bisexual adventure then close the door, happy to return to a straight and “uncomplicated” life. But how could she forget last night?
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“Have you ever used a glass dildo?”
“No,” Lisa said, her face relaxed and beautiful. No girl glows like one who just came hard.
“I wish you could see yourself right now.” Naked on her stomach, you study the curve of her behind, more magnificent than any mountain peak. “You are the most beautiful creature.”
“You are.”
“Thank you,” you said. “Turn over. Here’s a pillow, put this under your hips.” She giggled and followed your instructions. You leaned out of bed and pulled a curved glass dildo from the drawer of the nightstand. Grabbing a bottle of lube, you squeezed some gel into your hand and started stroking off the glass cock while warming up the lube. Your eyes were only on her – always on her - her eyes focused on the glass.
“Play with your breasts,” you instructed her and she shyly rubbed her nipples. The dildo was still a little cold and you rubbed its head up and down her shaved and perfect self. At first, she reacted to the cold by moving away from the dildo, but as you continued to run it up and down, her body began to desire its coolness.
“Please,” she asked, wanting you to penetrate her. “I can’t wait any longer.”
But you waited, teasing her with just the tip.
“Is the kitten ready to play,” you asked her.
“Yes,” she said. “Fuck me. Please.”
“Shhh,” you teased, very aware of your power. “If I fuck you now with this glass cock of mine, you’ll have to do something for me.”
“I’ll do anything.” Her face was scrunched in concentration and desire. She was already close and you hadn’t even entered her. You thought, “For a straight girl, this girl is fun.”
“Tomorrow morning, when you wake up, you have to do something for me.”
“Tell me,” she said between pants. “I’ll do anything. I promise.”
“Tomorrow morning, no matter how hard I resist, you have to make me come.”
“I will. I swear. Please, fuck me. I’ll do whatever you want.”
You entered her fast and she gasped, feeling the glass spread her open. The dildo slid in fast and you let it pause deep inside her canal. She took in a breath, and you pulled it out, even faster. You stopped and moved the base of it from the left and the right, pressing it against her vaginal walls. She moaned and said how good it felt. “I can’t believe it. It’s better than a guy.” She said the magic words, the ultimate compliment.
You shifted the dildo again and moved it in a curved motion to put pressure on new places inside her, and again a great moan. “Oh, wow,” she said with big eyes, “Keep doing that. Yes, keep doing just that.” You fucked her in the same motion, now increasing speed while your left hand put pressure on her clit. Breathing faster, you followed her motion, the two of you riffing on each other’s rhythms, becoming one person.
“I’m really close,” she said, and you moved the dildo around in a wide circle, occasionally thrusting it into her hard, to surprise her, to jolt her body into a deeper place. This would be the greatest orgasm this girl ever had and you were proud, because it was given to her not by a man, but by you.
“Are you ready to come?”
“Yes.”
With both hands on the dildo, you fucked her fast and deep. “Touch yourself,” you instructed her and she rubbed herself rough and hard. She was so close and her pleasure exploded inside your brain, making you feel like you were close to coming, too, even though she hadn’t touched you at all. Her thighs started to shake, tears rolled out of her eyes, and she said, “I didn’t know. I had no idea. I never knew it could be this good.”
Holding her in your arms, you said, “Don’t forget your promise tomorrow morning.”
She whispered, “Nothing could make me forget.”
XOXOXOXOXOX
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY, YOU MAY ENJOY OTHER EROTIC FICTION BY BW:
ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS
YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME
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SHARING THE SAME SPERM: A LOVE STORY
Written by Miss Bliss on February 6, 2008 – 4:37 pm -“Darling, girl,” I said to her, “I cannot wait for your book to come out.”
While my husband and I were in Miami, we had the pleasure of dining with our good friend, Andrea Askowitz and her beautiful new girlfriend, Victoria. We first met Andrea in Los Angeles while she was pregnant, single, and writing her upcoming memoir, My Miserable, Lonely, Lesbian Pregnancy.
“May 1, 2008 is the due date. I’m finally having a book,” Andrea said. Curly haired and fiercely funny, Andrea’s book chronicles her artificial insemination and lonely pregnancy as a single mother-to-be.
“When we first met,” said Victoria with a sexy Spanish accent, “I just fell in love with Andrea, and her daughter is so gorgeous! Such a sweet girl.”
“Her daughter is beautiful, isn’t she,” I replied.
“We haven’t seen the little one in over a year,” my man said.
“I wish you could have seen her, but it’s good for us to have a night out once in awhile,” said Andrea.
“She amazes us. She’s so smart, so kind… Just the most perfect little girl.” Victoria smiled and touched Andrea’s hair. “You two don’t know how lucky I am to have met Andrea. When I read her book - you know she has that one chapter where she tries to make love to a man who has come to massage her…”
“That is an amazing chapter,” I said, proud to have been in the same writing workshop with Andrea when she read it for the first time. “A lot of people don’t realize that some lesbians occasionally enjoy being with men or even want to be with a man.”
“I know,” Victoria explained. “I read it and said, ‘This is so hot. You have to expand it. I want to hear more!’”
“See,” Andrea said, “Victoria’s like me. A proud Lesbian Bisexual.”
“I read a study somewhere,” I said, “where lesbians, over the course of their lifetime, tend to have more male sexual partners than straight women do.”
“Really,” Andrea asked. “I guess that makes sense.” We threw around some theories as to why that may be true and decided the cool lesbians were more open to all sorts of sexual encounters as they discovered and defined their own sexual identity. Some girls had to experiment with men and women until they found the right partner and the sexual orientation that fit them.
“Did we tell you that Victoria’s trying to get pregnant,” Andrea asked, changing the subject.
“You are? That’s wonderful,” I said.
“Are you being artificially inseminated like Andrea was,” my husband asked.
“Yes,” Victoria said beaming and Andrea kissed her on the cheek. “I’m on the hormones now. We’re using #3342’s sperm.” In Andrea’s memoir, #3342 is an important - albeit absent - character. The tall, brilliant, anonymous sperm donor who Andrea chose to be inseminated with is only referred to in her book (and in her life) as his donor id: #3342. Victoria continued, “Andrea’s daughter and my baby will be siblings! Little did Andrea know when she purchased eight extra vials of #3342’s sperm and froze it, that someday her girlfriend would use it to get pregnant.”
“That is the most romantic and beautiful story I’ve heard,” said my man.
“Isn’t it,” Andrea said with joy.
“It is,” I said smiling. “Do you want to get pregnant again, Andrea?”
“Didn’t you read my book? No way! No more pregnancies for me.”
We laughed as my man and I held each others’ hands, delighted that science had made a new type of family possible.
XOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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INTERESTED IN READING ANDREA ASKOWITZ’S MEMOIR, MY MISERABLE, LONELY, LESBIAN PREGNANCY?
check out her site at andreaaskowitz.com and her blog http://andreaaskowitz.wordpress.com/
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