graspthesanity:WORKING MICA3 I was accused of being a lesbian and being a lesbian was just as guil

graspthesanity: WORKING MICA3 I was accused of being a lesbian and being a lesbian was just as guilty as being the rapist. I didn’t smoke, I just collapsed and ran. I just wouldn’t stop running, seeing rainbows disappear and all until I’d end up running into a big purple door. I stood there pounding my own heart, trying to get my breath back, shaking, I was guilty, I could get prison because if I am a lesbian he gets it off, I’m a lesbian, I’m no one and they have enough proof, words of a man, no matter which. Then it didn’t matter for a second and I stepped in, feeling my hair blow behind me, seeing women kiss and hold hands and men act like men. Men were with women, women were with women, men with men and people just sitting reading some colourful newspaper. Clothing was handed to me. I was shaking. I was wasting my life outside. I started vomiting, I just bent in two and vomited, snot coming out of my mouth and I felt as if I was bleeding, silence breaking the music in my head as three females held me as I poured everything out until only coughs would come. I don’t recall the girls, maybe they left, I just recall talking to people, stories told by me in blur and I’d blame myself for being an ugly, disgusting lesbian, if there had been a window I would have collapsed outside, never holding the bars, not to end life, but to end the noise and go black into soothing covers where you will never recall anything. READ MORE LESBIAN FICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2013/06/working-mica3.html -- source link
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