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Live & Let Love

So.. I was listening to NPR this morning (because I do that), and  there was a news story about a lesbian. She lives in Pakistan and is not planning on leaving.  She feared for her life a lot.  Not from the government but from her family and village (honor killings, etc). The story went on about how she fell in love with her best friend in high school and they had this undercover lesbian relationship until the girlfriend broke it off with her to marry a man and try to conform to the social norms. Eventually she moved on, tried to marry a man and two months in met another woman and fell in love. She divorced her husband (successfully) and now lives with her female lover in a nice apartment in Pakistan.

She doesn't fear for her life any longer, as two women living together in Pakistan isn't that uncommon. It's also very common for women to hold hands.

We should all be tolerant of those different from us.  I thought it was appropriate to update this entry on Martin Luther King Jr. Day. Dr. King spoke mostly about religious and racial freedoms, but his words can be applied to any number of things, including alternate sexual attractions and alternate sexual lifestyles.

I was also reading some old posts on swingersboard (about fisting actually) and I was shocked how close minded some of the posters were. There are a lot of strange and varied fetishes in this lifestyle. As strange and varied as the people that make it up. If someone's talking about a fetish that makes you uncomfortable, just kindly let them know. If it's something you want to try, then go easy and take your time.  Don't freak out unnecessarily, it's rude. Keep an open mind y'all.

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