The Lesbian Outlaw
Allow me to introduce myself. I am the lone lesbian outlaw, the girl who's free to be politically incorrect and painfully honest. Stop reading if you are sensitive or close minded. Be warned the views here are raw and real and painfully inappropriate and that's OK. This is still America. So it's 2011, and I find myself in that committed relationship. You know the one we all long for, a "definite Saturday night date and Sunday morning church" kinda love. But here's the catch. What happens when, lo and behold, just for a night you wish to be free? Free to flirt with that cute girl at the bar or the bartender at the Bermuda Triangle who makes you wish for single days if only for a moment.
I know it happened to me. I was at the WEBB party during Fiesta and surrounded by all those beautiful women. When I saw you. You remember me. Our eyes locked for what seemed like forever. I didn't care whose arm you were on. I really wanted you, if only for a night. Have you ever lusted after a friend? Heaven forbid it is a straight girl, and you begin fantasizing about her in your bed imagining the capture and playing the game. There was a time when it was OK that I was me. I could even bring her home back in the day, and we would both play.
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