It's Not About Me 2

The night I ran from the foster home, it was getting to be colder weather. The police had been called and I was hiding in the tall grass behind the house where I had been partying without permission. My reason for being there was that I had need of friends who would listen to me. There was no surprise that police came to find me.

Sitting in the cruiser I had a choice to make. I did not want anymore of this foster home where I would get beaten with wooden spoons and called all sorts of names. It took little time to tell them what I wanted. They took me to the juvenile detention center and I waited to see the social worker.

There was one girl there in the cage with me and she was lesbian. Here is where I found out for certain that my same sex desires were real. It was easy to lay in the arms of this young woman and be soothed and feel loved. It was easy to want more of something I had had so little of before. Tender and gentle and loving. Still there was no way we could have sex. We danced to music on the radio and were on a near endless date.

After two weeks with this person the time drew to a close and I had to be moved to the training school. Parting was difficult but it had to be. She and I never met again.

I went back to the school to be there for another year and a half. Then a most unexpected thing happened. The woman I had called my sister for years, came to see me and said she would take me to live with her. I told her that her one time fiancee' had told me who she really was, not my sister but my birth mother. Shje quickly informed me that she did not want to be called "mom" or "mother" by me. Her husband would not want me to call her that. She didn't want it either.

I went home with them, to a farm in a lovely part of Michigan.

She and her husband drank often and got into fights. He was like most men, wanting to get into the panties of any girl he could. He did try with me but I slugged him and told him off. Once when they were fighting he threw at my mother how, "I almost got into your kid's pants." He was such a jerk. She just told him that he had probably scared me and that is why. To that he hit her in the face causing a black eye and bloody nose.

I went out on the road in front of the house and he was on the porch sucking up a beer. As I walked back and forth on the road I yelled at him, "If you ever hit my mother again I will kill you." He just left the proch. As long as I lived there though he never hit her again.

She let me know in no uncertain terms that she would always side with him no matter what he did. That of course made it perfectly clear how much I was worth to her. I joined the military.

My enlistment didn't last long because I got into the wrong clique and the commander hated my choices of friends. They were lesbians. I got into an auto accident once and soon was discharged under honorable conditions.

Though my friends were lesbians I still had not had a sexual experience with any of them. There was one that was headed in that direction but not before I got out. At the time I was discharged I was only 19 yrs. old. The one person who I had gotten close to was stationed at a base in Maryland. That is where I went upon discharge.

To Be Continued