Full-bodied Embrace

by Lisa Hammond

My mind was racing while sweat started to bead across my forehead. I squeezed my eyes shut, I could not see anything even though the blinds were drawn, rays of light burst through the tiny cracks surrounding the window frame, I could not see her, but I could feel her. I felt her warm breath on my shoulder, the smoothness of her butterscotch brown skin upon me, I shivered inside. Her breathing was shallow, while mine was rapidly increasing by the nanosecond. She leaned over me; her dark locks as smooth as silk flowed over my bare skin. She smelt of the morning's dewdrops. I didn't know what to do. I felt like screaming at the top of my lungs, I wanted her to stop, to explain what was happening. Only, I didn't want her to stop. I actually enjoyed having this girl, this young woman only a year older than I, on top of me. However I was so confused, did she like me the way I liked her? Did she want to kiss me? Or did she want me to kiss her? I was going crazy, I wanted to pull out my hair or maybe pull out some of hers. I was completely frustrated. It was then she kissed me.

In my eyes we were together for four long rocky years. We lived a life of passion. In her eyes we were never together, we were just "Best Friends". At least that's what she says now. But "Best Friends" don't propose to each other and make a pact that by the age of 28 if we haven't met anyone else to keep our minds off one another we'd marry. "Best Friends" don't kiss in the pool and try to drown the younger sister, well maybe drown the younger sister sure, but there certainly is NO way "Best Friends" would make out in the shower together.

Apart from Amber Benson she was the only girl I've every really loved. Even if our love for each other only lasted a short while, she is the only girl I'll ever consider to be my Girlfriend. It was that day in my bedroom when she kissed me I knew I was queer. I no longer questioned myself.

Full-bodied Embrace

by Lisa Hammond

My mind was racing while sweat started to bead across my forehead. I squeezed my eyes shut. I could not see anything, and even though the blinds were drawn, rays of light burst through the tiny cracks surrounding the window frame. I could not see her, but I could feel her. I felt her warm breath on my shoulder, the smoothness of her butterscotch brown skin upon me. Inside I shivered. Her breathing was shallow, while mine was rapidly increasing by the nanosecond. She leaned over me; dark locks as smooth as silk flowed over my bare skin. She smelt of the morning's dewdrops. I didn't know what to do. I felt like screaming at the top of my lungs! I wanted her to stop, to explain to me what was happening. Only, I didn't want her to stop. I actually enjoyed having this girl, this young woman only a year older than I, on top of me. However I was so confused. Did she like me the way I liked her? What did she expect from me? What did she want me to do? I was going crazy, I wanted to pull out my hair or maybe pull out some of hers. I was completely frustrated. It was then she kissed me. And it was in that moment I knew. I was a QUEER. I gasped for a breath of fresh air. I no longer questioned myself, nor who or what I was. I was complete.