The Prologue

Stupid males and their penises.

If they can figure out the complexities of a vagina then certainly I, a woman, can too. It can’t be that hard. Especially if guys who can’t even do a simple math problem have no trouble with females. Then again, they’re driven by their stupid male penises…

Maybe I should reconsider…

Let’s rewind. Bed with girl. Renolds. The Lesbian God(dess). Leaving. The kiss. High school.

I wasn’t always into women, you know. I had my share of boyfriends. Of course by boyfriends, I mean middle school relationships. And by that I mean Mark Fletcher. That lasted two hours. We didn’t even hug.

But I always thought I was straight.

I wanted a guy, a man. The perfect quarterback. Not the head cheerleader. Though, I’m not much for the cheerleaders in my school. They’re rather peppy. And I’m rather… not.

Beside the point. I would boy scout with my friends. My eyes didn’t wander to the hot blonde’s ass. Then when she turned around, I certainly did not look at her perfect breasts...

Okay. I’m lying. But I didn’t realize I did any of those things. Not till much later when I would remember these girls. My mind would name them as “Hot Blonde”, “Sexy Lip Ring”, “Beautiful Blue Eyes”, and the like. When I would think of girls like that, I’d get a little concerned for my stance on love and life. I just never questioned.

It wasn’t until a girl caught me staring and kissed me did I question. But I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. Let’s start with the times I should have known.