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Since the sixties I’ve been a feminist. I read all of the literature ever written on the subject. I graduated from Baylor with a bachelor degree in philosophy and was a part of the whole women’s liberation movement. That being said, I must confess my desires towards other women. I know that as a feminist I am not supposed to view other women as sexual objects, but as hard as I try I just can’t help myself.
It all started in the early sixties when I went to see Breakfast at Tiffany’s with some friends in LA. I was taken in by the beauty of Audrey Hepburn. Her eyes, lips, and body just awakened something within me that has held me ever since.
I remember going home after the movie and pleasuring myself to images of Audrey. I was able to suppress my feelings out of shame and guilt. In college I was totally committed to the cause, but then came Sarah. She was an English major from Florida who was as equally passionate as I was. We hit it off right away and would hang out all the time. She was dating a guy who was an anti war activist, and smart as they come. Sarah was in love with Michael , as much as I was with her. I never told her about my feelings because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. Tragically, Sarah died too young in a car accident, and I never fell in love again.
As the Seventies became the eighties I began working at a community college in Glendale teaching philosophy. It was there that my desires bubbled up again. I was never in a serious relationship, and tried to ignore my sexual urges. However, being in my mid thirties, I found it hard to suppress the urge any longer. There were so many beautiful young women, and I would rush home after work to pleasure myself thinking about all of them. Next door to me lived a Mexican family, one of them being a girl of about sixteen. I became infatuated with her. She had long black hair, deep brown eyes, and tanned skin. She was a thin tiny thing, whom I would see around the complex all the time. I tried to make conversation with her a few times but she didn’t speak any English. I would make it a habit to see her at least once a day in order to dream about her while pleasuring myself. Eventually the family moved away, and I lost another girl.
This sad series of events would repeat themselves over the years, and now at age 73, age has finally stopped my perverted obsessions. I’m retired and spend my time gardening, reading philosophy, and being that old cat lady who lives in a cottage on top of a hill. I wonder what became of Esmeralda, the Mexican girl, I hope she is well.
It’s not too late. Go volunteer at a retirement home. You’ll find plenty of women in similar circumstances. But you must be willing to make a move.
You should have at least tried with Sarah, you don’t know where it would have gone. You were given a second chance with the Mexican girl, and again nothing. Waste.
So sad