My Lesbian Encounter

Dear Cate:
You may need to sit down for this one. I had sex with a woman. Yes, I know. But that's not all. I have actually fallen madly in love with her. Can you believe it? She is HOT and I mean HOT. I'm talking Angelina Jolie HOT. What happened was...

Dear Girls:
So, my friend, Roxy Lee, has it all. Ok, maybe I haven't seen her in 10 years, and yes, we live on opposite ends of the earth. But from where I sit, single in St Louis, this girl has got it made.  Living on the beach in Sydney.... a H-O-T-T husband (yes, he deserves TWO T's...), two incredibly beautiful children, and a big, blossoming career as a columnist, blogger, fashion consultant, and shoe spokesperson. (Um.. this probably means free Manolo's...can you say Beee-otch???) Oh, did, I mention? She's also "sample size." Up until about 6 months ago, I could at least say I had some C cups on her. But nope...  Roxy's trip to THEE " fix it man" in chi-chi Scottsdale last January changed all that. So again, from how I see it, her life is just about perfect.

I read her column every Thursday, which puts me "in the know" of all the things a "Three2seven" girl just cant live without. Swarovski studded sandals, AG "skinny" jeans (for the record, GOOD for a size 2, BAD for a size 6...), MAC lip glass (GLASS, not to be confused with GLOSS), and so on. And it also chronicles Roxy's daily details of balancing the everyday trials and tribulations of being a wife and a mother with suddenly becoming the glamorous "it" girl amongst the fab and the fashionable down under.  Her blog always takes on edgy subjects...botox, brazilians, vibrators, and recently, "lipstick lesbians..." to name a few.  And hey, a good columnist has got to do her research, right? I mean, the website ... <a href="http://www.adamevetoys.com/">www.adamevetoys.com</a> , completely changed my life. So, it makes perfect sense that Roxy hit the underground "chick-on-chick" scene to see what it was all about.

But, my friends, I just about died and saw Jesus when I got an email from Roxy last week telling me that she had met a girl, had crazy sex, and was...possibly...falling in love????

OK, so at first, I was a little horrified. But then I dug a little deeper to examine MY view on women. (After all, I'm 35 and single...and when I say single I mean NOT EVEN DATING..).
My first crush was in 4th grade and her name was Shana Rechter. She was in the 6th grade, had long bouncing blonde hair (I'm a brunette), and a pair of Jordache AND Sergio Valentino jeans. I also remember Kendall Weatherman. She was in my tap class. She was so long and lean in her leotard... I remember staring in the wall length mirror in the studio at her body for the entire class.  In 2000, I taped the Britney Spears MGM concert and I must have watched it a hundred times...  "I'm not a girl... not yet a woman..." I was OBSESSED with her.  RACHEL has always been my favorite "friend." Not Joey, not Chandler, but RACHEL... And you can take every man out of US weekly magazine and it wouldn't even matter. YES, Matthew McConnaghy has fabulous abs, and Josh Duhammel is pretty f'ing hot. But I am reading that magazine to see Cameron Diaz's legs, Angie (yes, I call her Angie) Jolie's new shade on those fabulous lips, Jessica's Simpson's hair color, and to determine, for all you "US" readers... Who DID wear it best??!!  And finally, I have watched (and TiVo'd, I might add) some girl-on-girl porn, and YES, it gets me off. It's hot, and its sensual, and it's very, very sexy.
So, after Roxy's revelation, and all of my reminiscing over the past few days over my fixation with women, their bodies...it got me to wondering about me...

But the answer is NO. I love women, and I appreciate women. Probably because I know how hard it is to be one. I try hard...I run, I spin, I step, I sweat, I shop, I primp, I pluck, I color my hair, I spray tan (don't tell anyone), and goddamitt I work so hard to be beautiful, or try to be. So beautiful women INSPIRE me, they INCENT me, and yes, sometimes they even AROUSE me....

But... it's MEN that I love. I love the feeling of a bigger, stronger hand holding mine, I love the smell of sweat on the lid of his baseball cap when I tighten the Velcro in the back and put it on my head...  I love the roughness of a 5 O'clock shadow, I love broad shoulders, I love a man that screams 'FUUUCK" when the other team scores a touchdown. Call me old-fashioned, but I love it when he opens my door, and I love, love, LOVE the look of animal ecstasy in his eyes when he comes inside of me.

Women will always love women in a way that men can never love men.

Roxy, my dear...I love ya...but please be careful...

Cate Kelly