FORBIDDEN LOVE – Will Lesbian Girls Ever be Free of Societal Bigotry?
Poll - Total Votes: 19
1) I am also greatly in favor of Lesbian Love
2) FEMALE: I am bisexual or Lesbian and love this post
3) MALE: I am bisexual or Gay and love this post
4) FEMALE: I am straight but still love this post
5) MALE: I am straight but still love this post
6) I am Transgender and love this post
7) I am one of those who is opposed to Lesbian Love for religious reasons
8) I am opposed to Lesbian Love for other than religious reasons
You may vote on multiple answers, up to 3.
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[quote][i]When you say Forbidden Love, it entails two people who are deeply in love with each other but can’t be together.
There could be many reasons why their love couldn’t be.
Forbidden love refers to a love that is very strong, but due to external circumstances, it would be hard or even impossible for them to be together[/i]. ~Rachael Pace[/quote]
In late winter every year the world celebrates the many blessings and impacts of women in society - past, present and future. But what of Lesbian girls? Are we to be celebrated and heralded as well, or shall we remain as the scapegoats of international religious and prejudicial bigotry?
Are girls who love each other still outcasts in today's modern mainstream societal circles, or has society now shed all of their negative views and assumptions of what lesbian love really is as it relates to gender equality?
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I will never forget the day that I first discovered my crush for another girl who, at my 10 years old, was more than twice my age. Her name was Miss Marty and she was the physical education teacher for after school recreation. Every day I would stay after school and would rarely join the boys for soccer, or kick ball, or any other "boy sports", but rather, most often I wanted to play "girl games" like hop scotch and jacks and jump rope.
I so loved Miss Marty because she made me feel like I was her most favorite girl in the world, like there was no one else that mattered to her at that moment in time when she shared her undivided attention with just me. She would get down on my level, eye to eye, while reaching for my hand, then look at me and ask how my day was that day, while never failing to remind me of how pretty I was. I would many times reach my arms as far as they would go around her waste and hug on to her while looking up with the biggest smile as she pulled the back of my head tight up against her thigh and ran her fingers through my hair. Have you ever felt so much love for, and from, someone that you felt like you were related to them?
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One day after school, as I always did, I ran up to the swinging dutch door to get my recreation items signed out to me to play with from Miss Marty, but to my amazement, someone else was there that I had never seen before. I asked, "[i]Where is Miss Marty?[/i]", the man said, "[i]She is no longer going to be here[/i]". Startled, I said, "[i]What do you mean?[/i]" He responded, "[i]Miss Marty is getting married and has moved away[/i]."
My heart stopped beating inside my chest. My feelings went numb and I couldn't move. Miss Marty would not go away and leave me, I knew she wouldn't. She loved me and I loved her. I was her favorite girl ...wasn't I her favorite girl?
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Tears started streaming down my face as the reality of what the man had said set in to my little brain. I began to run, and I ran, and I ran, and I ran. With tears failing to slow, I ran in my house and into my room and onto my bed and threw myself down face first and cried more in uncontrollable non-stop fashion. "[i]Miss Marty please don't leave me![/i]" I kept saying out loud to myself over and over and over again as the tears saturated my pillow. "[i]Please don't leave me Miss Marty![/i]", I kept saying, as if she should have been there in my room as I wanted one more time to hear her voice and feel her run her hands through my hair once again. I could be heard repeating these words over and over again as my mother ran in wondering what the commotion was all about. "[i]What's the matter honey?![/i]", she said, in her concerned voice to her little girl.
In a shaken and broken hyperventilating diction, I said, "[i]Mamma, Miss Marty has left me and she's not coming back the man at school said![/i]" I was telling her in between sobs of labored breathing with snot now running down my nose. "[i]She can't leave me mamma, she just can't![/i]". I said and repeated again. "[i]Sweetie, it's going to be all right[/i]", she said, as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled it into her breasts, snotty nose and all, as the tears continued to flow. "[i]But I was her favorite girl mamma, I know I was, she told me so![/i]" ...were my words muffled against her chest, "[i]And she left me and never told me she was leaving!! Why did she leave me mamma, why?!![/i]"
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Mamma told me that maybe she didn't want to tell any of us because it hurt her as well to have to go away from all the children that she loved so much. For days I cried until finally I had no more tears left to cry. Yes, just a childhood infatuation for me, true love from a girl that showed a little blonde haired Swedish girl so much love and affection. And it was Miss Marty that taught me what real love was all about. From that day forward, I now knew what real love was when I saw it.
All the way through this story of Miss Marty I have cried while writing and reliving that tragic event for a 10 year old infatuated girl who's world fell in on her so many years ago for the love of another girl.
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But behind every cloud the sun is still shining. I still love her today for who she was to me and everything she taught me about true love.
And I have to admit that another girl on SW brought back that same feeling of Lesbian Love for me that I had so long ago. You know who you are.
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And that same true love can, and is, being experienced by millions of girls around the world, as we celebrate International Women's Day annually. And not just International Women's Day, but every day, as we honor the acceptance of many of those same women and girls in love with their gender and with each other.
Isn't that the way it should be? As I draw inspiration from that same infatuated innocent little girls heart I now ask the question...[i]is the same true love still there in the world waiting to find it's way to another girls heart and then another and then another?[/i] And that same little girl's answer is...[i]YES, IT IS!![/i]
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Please join with me and all Lesbian and Bi girls in love today and every day as we celebrate the true love, LESBIAN LOVE, THAT SHOULD NEVER BE FORBIDDEN!!
This is the third time I have posted the first video about two Lesbian warriors who become lovers and die in battle clutching each others hands as they lay on the ground having fought to save each other because I love it so much. I have seen it over ten times and cry every time I watch it.
I have seen hundreds of Lesbian videos, here are...
[center][big]TWO OF MY TOP FIVE FAVORITE LESBIAN MUSIC VIDEOS[/big][/center]
[media=https://youtu.be/Tbp5S1vyXQo]
[media=https://youtu.be/wPNqaOwj7ko]
I know many of you participate in my surveys/polls but do not comment for fear of association due to my many sexually natured posts. That is OK. Thank you for whatever participation you provide. Your views are important to me, even the negative ones.
Always remember ...I LOVE YOU!!
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[quote][i]When you say Forbidden Love, it entails two people who are deeply in love with each other but can’t be together.
There could be many reasons why their love couldn’t be.
Forbidden love refers to a love that is very strong, but due to external circumstances, it would be hard or even impossible for them to be together[/i]. ~Rachael Pace[/quote]
In late winter every year the world celebrates the many blessings and impacts of women in society - past, present and future. But what of Lesbian girls? Are we to be celebrated and heralded as well, or shall we remain as the scapegoats of international religious and prejudicial bigotry?
Are girls who love each other still outcasts in today's modern mainstream societal circles, or has society now shed all of their negative views and assumptions of what lesbian love really is as it relates to gender equality?
[center][image][/center]
I will never forget the day that I first discovered my crush for another girl who, at my 10 years old, was more than twice my age. Her name was Miss Marty and she was the physical education teacher for after school recreation. Every day I would stay after school and would rarely join the boys for soccer, or kick ball, or any other "boy sports", but rather, most often I wanted to play "girl games" like hop scotch and jacks and jump rope.
I so loved Miss Marty because she made me feel like I was her most favorite girl in the world, like there was no one else that mattered to her at that moment in time when she shared her undivided attention with just me. She would get down on my level, eye to eye, while reaching for my hand, then look at me and ask how my day was that day, while never failing to remind me of how pretty I was. I would many times reach my arms as far as they would go around her waste and hug on to her while looking up with the biggest smile as she pulled the back of my head tight up against her thigh and ran her fingers through my hair. Have you ever felt so much love for, and from, someone that you felt like you were related to them?
[center][image][/center]
One day after school, as I always did, I ran up to the swinging dutch door to get my recreation items signed out to me to play with from Miss Marty, but to my amazement, someone else was there that I had never seen before. I asked, "[i]Where is Miss Marty?[/i]", the man said, "[i]She is no longer going to be here[/i]". Startled, I said, "[i]What do you mean?[/i]" He responded, "[i]Miss Marty is getting married and has moved away[/i]."
My heart stopped beating inside my chest. My feelings went numb and I couldn't move. Miss Marty would not go away and leave me, I knew she wouldn't. She loved me and I loved her. I was her favorite girl ...wasn't I her favorite girl?
[center][image][/center]
Tears started streaming down my face as the reality of what the man had said set in to my little brain. I began to run, and I ran, and I ran, and I ran. With tears failing to slow, I ran in my house and into my room and onto my bed and threw myself down face first and cried more in uncontrollable non-stop fashion. "[i]Miss Marty please don't leave me![/i]" I kept saying out loud to myself over and over and over again as the tears saturated my pillow. "[i]Please don't leave me Miss Marty![/i]", I kept saying, as if she should have been there in my room as I wanted one more time to hear her voice and feel her run her hands through my hair once again. I could be heard repeating these words over and over again as my mother ran in wondering what the commotion was all about. "[i]What's the matter honey?![/i]", she said, in her concerned voice to her little girl.
In a shaken and broken hyperventilating diction, I said, "[i]Mamma, Miss Marty has left me and she's not coming back the man at school said![/i]" I was telling her in between sobs of labored breathing with snot now running down my nose. "[i]She can't leave me mamma, she just can't![/i]". I said and repeated again. "[i]Sweetie, it's going to be all right[/i]", she said, as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled it into her breasts, snotty nose and all, as the tears continued to flow. "[i]But I was her favorite girl mamma, I know I was, she told me so![/i]" ...were my words muffled against her chest, "[i]And she left me and never told me she was leaving!! Why did she leave me mamma, why?!![/i]"
[center][image][/center]
Mamma told me that maybe she didn't want to tell any of us because it hurt her as well to have to go away from all the children that she loved so much. For days I cried until finally I had no more tears left to cry. Yes, just a childhood infatuation for me, true love from a girl that showed a little blonde haired Swedish girl so much love and affection. And it was Miss Marty that taught me what real love was all about. From that day forward, I now knew what real love was when I saw it.
All the way through this story of Miss Marty I have cried while writing and reliving that tragic event for a 10 year old infatuated girl who's world fell in on her so many years ago for the love of another girl.
[center][image][/center]
But behind every cloud the sun is still shining. I still love her today for who she was to me and everything she taught me about true love.
And I have to admit that another girl on SW brought back that same feeling of Lesbian Love for me that I had so long ago. You know who you are.
[center][image][/center]
And that same true love can, and is, being experienced by millions of girls around the world, as we celebrate International Women's Day annually. And not just International Women's Day, but every day, as we honor the acceptance of many of those same women and girls in love with their gender and with each other.
Isn't that the way it should be? As I draw inspiration from that same infatuated innocent little girls heart I now ask the question...[i]is the same true love still there in the world waiting to find it's way to another girls heart and then another and then another?[/i] And that same little girl's answer is...[i]YES, IT IS!![/i]
[center][image][/center]
Please join with me and all Lesbian and Bi girls in love today and every day as we celebrate the true love, LESBIAN LOVE, THAT SHOULD NEVER BE FORBIDDEN!!
This is the third time I have posted the first video about two Lesbian warriors who become lovers and die in battle clutching each others hands as they lay on the ground having fought to save each other because I love it so much. I have seen it over ten times and cry every time I watch it.
I have seen hundreds of Lesbian videos, here are...
[center][big]TWO OF MY TOP FIVE FAVORITE LESBIAN MUSIC VIDEOS[/big][/center]
[media=https://youtu.be/Tbp5S1vyXQo]
[media=https://youtu.be/wPNqaOwj7ko]
I know many of you participate in my surveys/polls but do not comment for fear of association due to my many sexually natured posts. That is OK. Thank you for whatever participation you provide. Your views are important to me, even the negative ones.
Always remember ...I LOVE YOU!!
