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Doria
Received May 4, 1999
I'm Doria. 25 years old, short, blonde, blue eyed, lesbian and going on three years in love with my m2f sweetie. She's 35, dyes her brown/grey hair "Ruby Fusion" (sounds
more Manic Panic than it looks) is 6ft 3 and lives with me, (next door to my parents, no less,) in my grandmother's 100-and-some year old farmhouse. We have 3 cats, a ferret, a dog, a strange frog, and will no doubt
have more all too soon.
We met through a friend of mine at the karaoke night at a local hotel bar. My friend new the DJ and thought I'd get a kick out of it, since I HATE karaoke. When I first saw sweetie,
she was sitting across from me at this huge, round table-for-ten. (Her date was, if I do say so myself, a fruit-bat. Totally out there.) I remember leaning over and asking Mark (my bud), "WHO is that? I don't
know what it is, and I don't care. She will be mine." And she was.
I learned, over the next few weeks, that my gender confusion was justified. She was a m2f ts, and had been on 'mones for several months at that point, had let the hair grow out, was
really clean-shaven- I mean, between the femme look and the butchy trappings (hardcore leather jacket, cycle boots, guy's jeans) I thought I had stumbled onto the butch of my dreams. I many ways, I have.
I'm a bit short on time, so I'm cutting this short, but that's all there was to it. We consummated our relationship on my birthday 3 years ago after two unofficial "dates,"
And were living together inside a month.
And despite the shit that happens, we're still here.
End of story.
Peace,
Doria
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