Yes, it is that one. It certainly isn't caring or considerate. For once I don't feel like writing this but I actually believe that putting things into words can help. I certainly hope so!
I was sublimely happy yesterday. Cards, lunch, laughs and Valentine's night with my lover - what could go wrong?
Well, she arrived and did what she usually does when she gets back from London. This is to throw off her work clothes and then give me a good workover.
So what did I do? I produced my Valentine's surprise. A special pair of knickers (no, not the trashy pink ones) but something even trashier. It was something I'd spotted and ordered when I was amusing myself with the 'family-run sex shop'. It was a pair of 'three-dildo' latex panties, 'perfect for lesbians' the caption read. But then I've always been a sucker for great advertising.
Basically, there are two dildos inside and one big cock hanging outside. I'd imagined slipping these on and giving my girlfriend (and myself) a thrill,or two, or three.
However, my girlfriend was not amused and made it clear that it was she who wore the 'three-dildo' pants in this relationship.
I took acception to this. It was something that had been nagging at me since we met and now it was in the open so to speak. It was the giver/taker, dominant/submissive, top/bottom thing that's always present in gay love. Who does what to whom to be exact.
With men/women straight sex you sort of know the rules - you can change them but they exist. Men fuck, women are fuckees.
But woman/woman should be different. We should be equal but that's too simple, of course we aren't. Now I suppose if you looked at my girlfriend and me you'd come to certain conclusions. She's short-haired, natural make-up, flat chested, slim hipped and I'm girly, titty, red lippy, fleshy and big-bummed.
Easy isn't it. She's the 'bloke' and I'm the shag. But that's not the way I see it.
So I said some things. And then I said some worse things. Then she got angry with me. So I said some really, really bad things.
And now she's driving back to London. And I'm sobbing on the bed.