OK, but ... why her?
With the latest round of soul-mate mania going on, y'all might be asking yourselves "So what is it about Michelle that makes her your soul mate? After all the crap she's put you through, why keep her in your head at effing all?" I'm going to try to answer this, best as I can. Please bear with me, this is hard on my nose.
It started, many moons ago, with a dream. In this dream, I was a 30-ish woman, in bed with (and yes that's a euphemism for naked, heart quivering, going at it hot and heavy) another, much younger woman. She had long, curly black hair, and somehow, though it wasn't my first time doing this, it was the first time it really meant anything to me.
OK, nothing important here, except that the first time (yes, first. I had the same dream time and again, for many years) I had this dream, I was about age 12, and still officially a boy. The last time I recall having it, I was in my early 20s.
Fast-forward a bit. I was living fulltime as Jeannette, had several lesbian lovers, ran Undernet's #lesbian irc channel, and had a side "job" as bouncer in #lesbiansex, where I was tasked with removing men and under-age (meaning sub-21) women. I found Michelle there, and persuaded her to hang out in my hannel, where cybersex was not allowed (well ... "rarely?") She fit in there, and I tried real hard to set her up with Dana, my young mtf tranny fiend.
Eventually, one night we were all chatting when it dawned on me that Toronto (her hometown) was within driving range of Chicago (where I lived at the time). Michelle invited me to attend Gay Day at Wonderland Amusement Park.
It was a hella long drive. I met her Mom, who told us to get a room together (?!) to cut down on driving. That night, in bed with her (we WERE going to just be friends, honest!) as she explored my body till I could no longer stand it, I uttered those fateful words - "Michelle, if you want to jump me, I won't say no." Apparently, she wanted.
So, after actually *living* the recurring dream about her, I find it darned hard to just forget her and move on. My one true soul mate? Betcher *ss she is. She was custom-made to my specifications - my last dream was about the time she was born. Will I ever replace her? Can't imagine how that'll ever happen.
It started, many moons ago, with a dream. In this dream, I was a 30-ish woman, in bed with (and yes that's a euphemism for naked, heart quivering, going at it hot and heavy) another, much younger woman. She had long, curly black hair, and somehow, though it wasn't my first time doing this, it was the first time it really meant anything to me.
OK, nothing important here, except that the first time (yes, first. I had the same dream time and again, for many years) I had this dream, I was about age 12, and still officially a boy. The last time I recall having it, I was in my early 20s.
Fast-forward a bit. I was living fulltime as Jeannette, had several lesbian lovers, ran Undernet's #lesbian irc channel, and had a side "job" as bouncer in #lesbiansex, where I was tasked with removing men and under-age (meaning sub-21) women. I found Michelle there, and persuaded her to hang out in my hannel, where cybersex was not allowed (well ... "rarely?") She fit in there, and I tried real hard to set her up with Dana, my young mtf tranny fiend.
Eventually, one night we were all chatting when it dawned on me that Toronto (her hometown) was within driving range of Chicago (where I lived at the time). Michelle invited me to attend Gay Day at Wonderland Amusement Park.
It was a hella long drive. I met her Mom, who told us to get a room together (?!) to cut down on driving. That night, in bed with her (we WERE going to just be friends, honest!) as she explored my body till I could no longer stand it, I uttered those fateful words - "Michelle, if you want to jump me, I won't say no." Apparently, she wanted.
So, after actually *living* the recurring dream about her, I find it darned hard to just forget her and move on. My one true soul mate? Betcher *ss she is. She was custom-made to my specifications - my last dream was about the time she was born. Will I ever replace her? Can't imagine how that'll ever happen.