I spent yesterday explaining to a friend of mine that there are gazillions of definitions of the word "love." So many, in fact that I'm positive that your definition and my definition aren't matched by anyone that either of us know. Some people claim they can't love more than one person at a time. Others, like me, know that not only is it possible, it's natural. And, there are all kinds of love. I have two sisters that I love unconditionally and will forever. To some, the word love means sex. They can't see the difference between the two. To others love crosses over the boundaries of this life, extending into lifetimes past and future.



Mention lesbian love and most straights picture two naked women frolicking nude together in the throes of forbidden sexual mischief. Yet most of "us" know it's about the closeness we long for, the mutual affection, the cuddling and kissing and snuggling we all crave. To me, there is no more intimate, sensual, or demonstrative love than that shared between two women. I'm sure you have similar feelings toward your mate no matter what your sexuality.

When I say, "I love you," to someone, what do I mean? I'm saying I see something about you that attracts me. I've experienced qualities unique to you that give me immense joy and satisfaction. I've found you attractive and enticing. The thought of being with you stimulates me and allows my imagination to run rampant. To me you are singular, exceptional, distinctive, matchless and irreplaceable.

Can I say that to more than one woman and mean it? Indeed I can and do, for that matter. Initially, my love is a discovery experience. It's the open door to a higher level of feeling. It brings with it the joy of learning, awareness, familiarity, comfort and sensuality. It can lead to deeper affection, warmth and understanding, culminating in vows and lifelong commitment.

Although my love may not be exclusive at this point in time and place, it is uniquely yours in an individual way. So please accept that and let's water the seeds together and watch them grow. Who knows what kind of future will mature from our love?

I remember feeling love for the first time. I also remember people telling me it was wrong to love another girl. I didn't believe them and still don't. Please allow me to share my early feelings about love with you:

The Feeling - That Thing

I remember the first time.
She was sitting behind me
laughing with her friends.
I turned and looked at her.
Her eye caught mine
and for a simple second
nothing else mattered
except the fact that she was there.
There with me.
Close enough for me to touch
had I been brave enough.

The feeling , that thing
between us.
It lasted four years
until she moved away
and I never saw her again.
It was like she died.
When I heard she was gone
I buried her within my heart
so I could bring her back
whenever I wanted to.
Whenever I needed her.

I learned later
the feeling, that thing ~
it had a name.
LOVE.

There were other times
the feeling, that thing
came upon me.
Not very often though.
Sometimes I thought it was there
but it wasn't.
The real thing was hard to find.
When it came
it always surprised me.
Sometime with boys, a man;
sometime with girls, a woman.

The feeling, that thing
it couldn't distinguish between sexes.
I didn't notice a difference.
It was always the same
while they were with me.
And when they were gone,
I cried like they had died
and I buried them in my heart
so I could bring them back
whenever I wanted to.
Whenever I needed them.

Boy or girl, man or woman,
the feeling, that thing ~
it was the same.
LOVE.

You've experienced it.
The feeling, that thing ~
it has a name for you too.
LOVE.

Am I really that different
from you?

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