L came out after I did.
Well, I'm the oldest, so it goes without saying really.
L came out after I did.
Thing is though, L was a girl as a girl, and I was a tomboy as a girl. So years later, when Mum commented on how 'unnatural' it was for two teenage girls (M and me), to be lying in bed together at eleven in the morning, she already knew the word 'unnatural' was merely a palatable replacement for the word lesbian.
I left home shortly after that, to escape the increasingly heavy iron fist of my dad, and to pursue my lust for all things lesbian. A wee while after I left home, my sister was given an ultimatum by my Dad on his discovery of a sports bag containing dildos, strap-ons and several thumbed explicit queer magazines found not-so-firmly stashed in L's closet. The ultimatum was this;
'IF YOU WANT TO LIVE UNDER MY ROOF,
YOU WILL ABIDE BY MY RULES.'
With that, L left.
She was fifteen.
Turned out the stuff didn't even belong to L, she was merely minding it for a friend, who was not a lesbian, but a homosexual. Which is by-the-by and neither here nor there. Still, the exposure was glaring, and she had now entered the fold.
A self confessed lezzo.
Several'same sex' relationships, houses, dogs, cats, kittens, cars, biscuits and cups o tea later, L jumped the fence for a Mister MacDonald from Oz. Oz came to Scotland. L got knocked-up, then hitched-up. Her baby due to arrive on June 27th.
I wish you well my lovely L
and can hardly believe what is happening,
but believe it never-the-less.
