Ciao, Bella. I've been thinking of that question you asked me.
It is quite obvious, though. It was my first kiss with a woman.
It took me a long time to figure out that perhaps my attraction to other women was more than just a... I heard this phrase the other day - a "girl crush." That makes it sound innocent and "normal," yes?
And "lesbian" was such an ugly sounding word to me.
I had thought that perhaps I was a bisexual, that I was just attracted to the spirit of a person, not the covering flesh.
But then I met this woman and she was beautiful and kind and we spent the evening touching each other on the arm, the hand, the hair. I knew she was going to kiss me and Bella, that is all I could think of. Everything else disappeared.
She did not become my lover, but that was the kiss that made me finally accept who I am. Because kissing men never made me feel that way - as if the world around me had simply disappeared.
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For years now, I've been collecting these stories from everyone who would share them with me. I've scribbled them down onto the pages of countless moleskine journals. Time to join the digital age.
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Yeah I just saw the: What's the story of your best first kiss? Not your first kiss ever. Your BEST first kiss.
sorry. too late.
In which case, the indian girl was the best. For one thing...she kissed me back. I never expected that. I expected a knee in the nuts. I always expect a knee in the nuts. But she kissed me back. Her eyes were closed. And she was so, so soft like a brain hemorrhage. Those are very soft. And then I never saw her again.
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