195: I'm No Lesbian

I am not a lesbian, she thought.

She knew she wasn't. She insisted to herself she wasn't. It was an honest denial, even though she worshipped and admired women--as a species unto themselves. She was proud to be one. Exalted.

She thought about women--what they do for the world. Women conceive and make new human beings! They are feminine, from their lactation and nurturing of their babies to their very anatomy--receptive.

Women give of themselves without hesitation. Put themselves second... then third, fourth... They offer what's left--of food, attention, and love--even when wanting, themselves. If God is love, it is woman who was made in His image.

Yes, she loved women. Yes, she loved being one.

She recognized what a woman brought to a relationship. She knew how the relationhip was defined by a woman's contribution, input, and even insistence. She knew that even when the biochemistry between men and women was deconstructed, hers was unique and counteracted all of the harm brought into the world by the wizardry--the necromantic alchemy--of men.

She knew women to be magical creatures, so there was no need to search for unicorns.

She knew how women love.

She knew women who loved men. She knew women who loved women. She knew women who loved themselves. Thus, she knew what love was. And she knew who God was.

If God is love, there is no God without women, she thought. When a woman dies, she surmised, there is a moth-eaten hole that remains, ruining the entire wardrobe shared with men.

She thought about her body. Her body as a woman. How a thigh brushing the other was not a mating call but a celebration of her temple. Her holy temple, she thought, and then she would laugh. She felt alive. She felt important--even crucial. She felt real. She felt the Earth rotate around her as the men fell off.

She had a clear vision of the world's men and women, perched on her pedestal, placed there by Divine Authority. She watched with women's eyes. She wept with women's tears. She shouted with women's cries.

No, she thought, I am not a lesbian. But I sure do think about them a lot.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

For Saturday, July 13, Day 195 of the 2024 Story-a-Day Challenge

366 WORDS (without A/N)

Title-accompaniment photo was AI-generated but the admiratons wasn't.

ABOUT THIS STORY:

It is possible to admire a sexual being without invoking any sensibility of sex. Just admiration for admiration's sake.

---THIS CHALLENGE GRINDS ON, 366 WORDS AT A TIME:

There are currently three surviving Vocal writers still participating in the insane 2024 Story-a-Day Challenge:

• L.C. Schäfer, challenge originator

• Rachel Deeming

• Gerard DiLeo (some other guy)

Read them. Support them. Pray for them. And think about them a lot.