A single mother is shocked, yet delighted by how deeply her teenage daughter's passion runs. My name is Connie. I'm a single mother with a sixteen-year-old daughter named Becky. Her father was some guy I met at a party and foolishly took back to my place when I'd had a few too many. He never even knew the result of our one night stand.
You cannot be a lesbian. See, we lived in a small town in Southern Missouri called Climax Springs ironic, really and in Climax Springs, there was only one kind of lesbian and that lesbian was a farmer, and since my mother deemed me incapable of farming, clearly I was not a lesbian. The days passed and we barely spoke to each other, each of us biding our time until the summer would end and I could return to Grinnell College which churned out lesbians at a delightful rate. My first thought was that no one digs up their septic tank by hand so I told her that she should hire somebody with an appropriately large piece of machinery to come do it. Instead, I watched her from the upstairs window as she sat herself on the ground with her small spade and set to digging up the earth.
This Lesbian Mom Shares An Amazing Story About Her Journey To Creating Her Family
My mom and I were always very close. We did everything together. Shopping was our favorite pastime though.
I have a confession to make. I drop off to sleep every night thinking about being held by an older woman. Thinking about being kissed by an older woman. Fantasies, mere fantasies, I tell myself. For some strange reason today I can feel that things were about to change