like a lot of things we do in life there is always that little self doubt as well as the fear of how others perceive your choices, my realization that i had feelings for other girls that went deeper than curiosity, that first kiss and then that wonderful feeling of having found that piece of me that felt so right, the guilt afterwards, the fear of what others would think, how i thought that every body that looked at me knew what I was and what I had done,my unconscious acts of looking a little to long at girls that i liked, the fear they sensed i was a lesbian.
Really no different to my first encounter with a dog still the same deep unsubstantiated fear of being found out, still that sense of doing something frowned upon by many, that little sense of shame that it felt so good to be me, the only difference today is that i'm open about my sexual preference with other women, I've learnt to accept that part of me as being a normal part of who I am, But not ready to come out with my experimenting in bestiality just yet unless it is with a someone who is also active.
