Hi. My name is Mikayla, and I am the lesbian mom of a beautiful bundle of joy named Rowan. I have raised her from birth to believe that she can grow up to marry either a man or a woman.
When Rowan was six, she sat down with me asking me a question.
"Mom, can you tell me again why it's better to marry a girl?" Rowan asked.
"It depends who you ask honey. Some girls marry women and some marry men. All that matters is that you love the person you marry. Why do you ask?" I said.
"Just asking. But can you tell me again why do you think it's better?" she asked again.
I had recently had a conversation with my wife. And my daughter was listening when I talked about the benefits of lesbianism. Now she was asking me to talk about it again.
I continued, "Well, it's a matter of preference. Some women are perfectly happy being married to men. And that works for them. But for me I think that two women have more in common with each other than a man and a woman whose brains are very different, and whose bodies work differently. Being with a woman is more natural because a woman is familiar with a woman's mind and body. A woman is more sensual because you are alike, and it's easier to communicate and divide responsiblities evenly. There is equality."
"Oh," she said pensively.
"Whereas being with a man is more difficult and tends to be unequal," I added. "But difficult is not necessarily bad. Many women find that rewarding. Like hiking Mount Everest. Some people enjoy the challenge. Men are wonderful people and are no better or worse than women. Men just have a lot of differences that make relationships with them more challenging."
And then I gave her a smile and said, "And plus boys are ugly and smelly."
That made her laugh.
My girl was growing up. When Rowan was three I showed her how to masturbate. First we squatted together naked over a mirror, and I showed her where her clitoris was. I reached out and touched it with my finger for a moment just so she would know where it was. Then I let her take over. I told her to gently massage it with her fingers while I did mine. She mimicked what I did on her own pussy.
I came quickly while my daughter watched with wide eyes. She stopped when I stopped so I told her to keep going and that she would be rewarded, and then I left her alone to play with herself.
Eventually she had a orgasm. She made the cutest moaning sound that I could hear from the kitchen. I peeked in on her and saw her eyes close and mouth open while she came. I was impressed. I returned to the kitchen.
A minute later she ran into the room with an amazed look on her face. I told her she had her first orgasm and to go and do it again. "You can have as many as you like."
Masturbation was encouraged in our house and she did it often. We also had naked girl parties. We would invite several girls over of all ages for skinny dipping followed by a naked sleepover. There was never any sex with the children, but we had some heavenly cuddle puddles. She loved every minute of our parties.
My goal was for her to grow up with a healthy and fully operating and confident sexuality and self image. To me that meant uninhibited masturbation plus proximity to other girls for exploration. For me that also meant her eventually becoming a lesbian, but that's just how I imagined it. I would always love and accept her no matter who she became.
We continued relaxing on the couch, watching one of her shows aimed at young girls. The young actresses on the show were all cute I thought. Then she asked me another question.
"Mom, why do some girls marry men?"
"Honey no one knows why some people are straight and other people are gay." I paused. "But I think that the institution of heterosexuality is at least in part to blame."
"What's that?" she asked.
"Institutional heterosexuality is marriage that one enters into because one is expected to follow conventions and norms. In other words, it's when straight people get married without necessarily being in love."
"Oh," she said. "Why would they do that?"
"All too often women get married to men because all their lives they were taught to follow the path of heterosexuality and raised to think that's what will make them happy. Then it doesn't."
"Would they be happier if they married a girl?"
"Maybe," I said. "Some people think most women are gay in their brains even if not outwardly gay to the world. Women often say they are more aroused making love with women than with men. Most women just deny it to themselves because they're afraid or maybe they have not yet awakened to it. And they cling to heterosexuality because they feel safe. Or because they have a family and they want to stay with their husbands for their family's sake."
"What are they afraid of?"
"Well for one thing it's really scary to change your sexuality when you are older and have always been a certain way. Think of something you're scared of. That's how it feels. They're afraid of change. Afraid of being judged," I said. "Not everyone accept homosexuals."
"Why not?" she asked.
"Well for one thing, a lot of people think being gay is a sin. They think that they will go to hell."
"But that's not true right?"
"Of course not," I said. "There's nothing wrong with being gay honey. Also some people think that men are somehow entitled to women's bodies, or that homosexuality will cause the human race to die out. But that isn't true either. As you can see, gays have families too."
I smiled and motioned to our family portrait.
"I think I'll be a lesbian," she said. "Girls are so much nicer and prettier than boys."
"You say that now," I said. "But I'll always love and accept you no matter what you are honey."
Then we relaxed a bit longer. I wondered if she had any more questions. But instead she sat back and began masturbating. She did that a lot.
I took that as my queue to give her some privacy, and I continued about my day. I was very proud!