I remember as a child being seated at the table for dinner with my glass of milk...the same milk my brothers were drinking, and declaring bravely (i.e. loud & obnoxiously) how unfair things were. My mom would then insist (like all wise mothers) "sweetie, your glass isn't bigger or smaller, it is just DIFFERENT. You have the same milk from the same carton, and the same amount, but your glass is just special from theirs." Yes folks, "special from."
So after much introspection, my wise conclusion (thanks to dear ol' mom) is that girl/girl love is similar to drinking milk from a special cup. The love is not bigger or smaller, better or worse than what I have shared with a man, just different and special.
Early on, I was surprised to discover the fierce loyalty and protection (of all things...really!) I felt towards Missy. This is something I have never been comfortable expressing to a man - probably because I have never been in the company of one who demonstrated that he could handle letting his guard down that much. In retrospect, I am sorry that they were so insecure. They repeatedly shut down something in me that could have been great for them.
As silly as it sounds, I love the freedom of not being concerned over who is on top or on bottom, wondering if I'm being too pushy or demanding, and whether or not it's ok to explore. There are no egos to feed.
That has been the big difference. Not the breasts or soft skin or sweet words (which there are plenty of...), but just plain-old freedom to be myself.
Loving with these two beautiful people has allowed me the confidence and autonomy to know myself better. It has been simply
exquisite to finally comprehend how the curvy cup, unique in so many ways from other cups, could contain just as much (if not more) tasty, high-quality STUFF.
Now if a mom ever had the kind of power to teach
that - more kids would just shut up and drink their milk.