Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2018 23:17:19 -0400
From: roxanne144295@aol.com
Subject: N. California early 70's part 1

    I was attending the College of the Redwoods in N. California in the
early 70's. For those who do not know or recall, it was a time of sexual
liberation and exploration.I was raised in a Catholic family and had no
education or introduction to gay sex.



    The bible of my generation at the time was "Our Bodies, Our selves".Far
from my home and roots, I was young and open to new ideas and
concepts. With an open mind I saw a poster on a telephone pole about a
women's group, meeting on Friday night.With no prior commitments I decided
to attend. My bible expounded on exploring the feminine body, and getting
as much information as possible about the female physique.  As a sophomore
student, my hunger for knowledge was aroused.

    The meeting took place in a large Victorian home and the group
coalesced in a large master bedroom. Everyone took a seat on the bed or
around on the floor.

This was an era when long full hair was the norm and short hair was
counterrevolutionary.

    I was a bit uncomfortable when the meeting began because the subject
matter seemed to revolve around female to female sex or lesbianism. As the
night wore on, I was too shy to up and leave, so I stayed and decided to
hear them out. My inner self was so nervous that I thought I would go
running and screaming form the building any minute.

    In an effort to calm myself, I looked around for support or
comfort. Leaning on two pillows against the beds headrest was a woman my
age with natural blonde hair and a very short haircut. I received several
warm smiles from her throughout the night. She rapidly became my focus to
relax. since everyone was a stranger, I somehow bonded with the woman in my
mind. Each smile we exchanged lingered longer and longer as the night grew
on.

    The general discussion covered the female anatomy and the pleasures
denied by men in relationships.The brutality men had imposed on women
throughout the years and blah blah blah. I am still young but have had
several sexual encounters with men and discounted out of hand some of the
pablum being dished out.

    Each exchange of looks with my blonde friend became more and more
relaxed, I decided that after the meeting if I had the nerve I would try
and befriend her.Frankly so far I found N. Cali to be a bit unfriendly and
would certainly welcome a girlfriend..

    There were some discussion on female birth control. also preventative
measures with free sex and so on.At one point there was a demonstration of
lesbian kissing and attraction. My guts turned inside out as this
proceeded. Still my compatriot gave me comforting glances.

    As the meeting broke up. I found myself pretty much ignored by the bulk
of the group.Still I lingered in anticipation of thanking the blonde for
her solace. She never gave way from her comfortable perch on the bed, while
all the others mostly ignored her. I felt like we were two outcast in a
tribe of lesbians. We continued to exchange glances as the room slowly
dissipated.

    When there was a gap in the crowd, I approached my new friend and
introduced myself. "Megan MacTavich I announced offering my hand. She took
my hand in both of hers and answered, "Not Scottish by any chance? Letting
a delightful peel of laughter slip out. "I indeed I am lassie." was my
unexpected response. She had me in a relaxed state already. Her eyes looked
deep in mine searching for something before she responded. "Gabby
Buckland." I am from the east coast, and there Gabby is a common name,
before you start laughing.

    I had no intention of laughing in fact I had never encountered the name
Gabby before. I was caught off guard, "does Gabby mean you talk a lot?" I
immediately blushed knowing how silly the statement was.

    She threw her head back in laughter and replied, "You are quick Megan."