Homophobia and a little Erotica

Spent the evening looking for laptops and I can't find what I want. It's very frustrating. Makes me horny...

I wouldn't be blogging, but something is bothering me. It's to do with Sara. Her and I, we're doing fantastic, but we're getting a fair bit of hassle from school. Mostly from teachers. Nice, huh? The people who have to teach us about the world and protect from things we can't do ourselves are given us shit. I can take the "look, there are lesbians!" jokes, the "LESBIAN" coughs and even the people who hold their breath around me in case they catch bisexuality. Teachers though? Really?

I know we're outnumbered, there just aren't alot of same-sex relationships around and some people can't understand because of religion or maybe they're prudish, but right now I feel like there are maybe 5 adults supporting us including my parents, her dad and 2 teachers at school. That's it. I'm not reallly sure why I'm taking it. I don't take crap from anyone, so why am I now? There are couple of things: I expect people to be homophobic and I know I can't change everyone. Then there's the kissing policy, if I report the complaints and they think it's worth doing something about, they'll probably just enforce it. I can't have every couple in the school hating me. I can't really speak from experience but apparantly being chased with fire and poked with spears isn't as fun as you might think. And I like abit of risk. I've been out for a while before Sara and I got together and i'd never had any trouble, so even though I knew it's be tough i had no real idea. The all end of it is that if you stop laughing it off for even a second, you might just start to believe it; if that happens you can't keep being yourself.

But i don't wish to end this on a downer, so here's something I wrote a while back...

As her naked body twisted, she saw the luscious curves of Roxie’s lips through the flickering light of cars driving past. She arched her back and let her hands search the supple skin of Roxie’s body; her fingers fitting perfectly at her waist. A small whimper escaped from Roxie as Mika let her hand explore. Roxie’s dark eyes glazed over and her lips parted. A shiver surged through her body; her knees buckled and Mika felt the impact on her breasts. A vivacious spark appeared in her eye and in one swift movement Mika straddled Roxies’ chest and looked into her beautiful face. The delicately freckled nose and lightly tanned skin, surrounded by the thick, glossy ringlets. She was perfect, even with her imperfections. Mika traced the long scar following Roxie’s ribs. The smooth texture fascinated Mika and she let her fingers linger as her eyes admired every surface of the figure below her.

She leant forward and the tip of her tongue trailed down Roxie; from her smooth neck, loitering on the succulent curve of her breast down past her hips. A deep moan escaped Roxie’s throat and as her head tilted backwards in ecstacy, her fingers dug into the soft skin on Mikas’ shoulders, in a storm of pleasure she was oblivious of her own strength on Mika’s slender frame. Mika, engrossed, was unaware of the small marks left on her shoulder, like the teeth of satisfaction imprinting her nimble skin.