The White Dove

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You think you?ve got problems; try being a lesbian in the home of a Fundamentalist Christian pastor. My name is Lesley, and I realized in my early teens that I wasn?t attracted to boys. I didn?t hate boys mind you, it?s just when my girlfriends were all swooning over hot guys, I couldn?t see what was so great.My brother Toby and me were also best friends. He was a year older, but we had played together since we could walk. I told him everything, everything but how I felt about other girls. It was the one secret I had never shared.I thought it might just be a phase I would grow out of, so I tried hard to put it out of my mind. I studied hard and went to church. Where incidentally, I listened to my dad preach about the evils of homosexuality. He would comment to Toby and me how ?He was sure glad he had two wonderful children that hadn?t been corrupted by sin.Our church had something called the White Dove Society. On your sixteenth birthday, girls would say a pledge that denounced the use of alcohol and drugs, and we would swear to remain chaste until marriage. Finally, we would have to vow to fight against the evil demoralization of the world. Once a month, the White Doves would go and picket abortion clinics, protest against LGBTQ events, protest in front of the local strip club, or picket in front of a bar.?I won?t do it, daddy,? I told my dad.?What do you mean, you won?t do it?? he responded.?I won?t become one of your White Dove?s,? I said.?Oh, so you would rather be a harlot, would you???I?m not a harlot, daddy... I?m a lesbian!?You would have thought the world stopped spinning at that moment. What caught me most by surprise was the amused look Toby gave me. My father dropped to his knees and started chattering out prayers to remove the demon that had possessed me.?Tobias, take your sister to the barn and tie her to a post, we will exorcise this demon and bring her back to the light.?Toby looked at me with a confused look, looked at dad and said, ?no, dad, you will not touch my sister. There is no demon possessing her. She is a beautiful person that just happens to like other women.?My dad seemed to seethe with rage at his son for disobeying his command, but he had little option. Kolej Escort (http://acilankara.com/ad-category/kolej-escort/) Dad was five-foot-eight and one-hundred forty pounds. Toby was a six-foot-two, two-hundred twenty-pound football player. Not that Toby would have hurt dad, we both loved and respected our father.My father?s rage quickly abated, and he simply kneeled there in prayer for the next hour. Toby and I simply sat there quietly until he finally finished.My dad rose to his feet and looked at both of us before he spoke, ?Lesley, Tobias, you are my children, and I love you, but Lesley, you have chosen a path that I can not follow. I can not live under the same roof with such sin, but I can not throw my child into the street. I will move into a spare room at the church until you can find another place to live.??Dad, you don?t have to do that. I haven?t done anything wrong. I don?t have a girlfriend, I just can?t pledge to something I don?t believe in,? I responded.I felt terrible for my dad. Our mom had died a few years ago. Now he felt like his children were leaving him too, but I knew I had to be true to myself. We were still a family, dad was home every morning to fix our breakfast, and every evening he would join us for supper?the rest of the time he spent and lived at the church.During my senior year of high school, I went to work at a trendy boutique with a girl name Seline. Seline was everything I wasn?t. Popular, fashionable, witty, and? Oh, so gorgeous. Seline was the first person I had a crush on. It seemed like every day, though, a different guy would come and pick her up from work, and she treated each of them like they were her knight in shining armor.I, on the other hand, she treated me like her project. Every day I would come in, and Seline would say, ?Ahh, my project child has returned, come darling, let us make you presentable.?Part of my job at the Boutique was to be a walking mannequin. Seline said I was a perfect size six, 35-26-36, with perfect B-cup breasts. I?m five-foot-six, have lite green eyes and long reddish-brown hair. So, Seline would dress me in something different every day, accessorize me, and do my makeup.I had been working at the Rus Escort (http://acilankara.com/ad-category/rus-escort/) Boutique for about two months when Seline was headed out the door. She stopped suddenly and turned to me. ?Lesley, darling, I?m having a little soirée tonight, I would love it if you could stop by.??I would love to, but I don?t know your address,? I responded.Seline walked over to me and asked for my phone. I handed it to her, and she typed in information in my contacts and handed me the phone. She then did something I didn?t expect, she leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on my lips. Seline pulled away and looked into my eyes. She got a wicked little smile before she turned and walked away. She called over her shoulder, ?au revoir, darling, see you at nine.?I stood there in stunned silence for a moment before a customer pulled me from my trance. Seline would leave the shop at four, and I would stay and close up at six. After work, I had dinner with my father and made the mistake of mentioning the party at Seline?s house.?You shouldn?t be associating with that Jezebel, she will lead you astray,? he told me.?Dad, she is not a Jezebel, she?s one of the sweetest people I know.?Little did my dad know that I wanted to make mad passionate love to Seline. I was sure she was straight and didn?t like me the same, but a girl could fantasize, couldn?t she.I arrived at Seline?s address, which was a three-story building, and her address was 301.* There looked to be five apartments on each floor, but I was surprised when I got to the third floor to find only two doors, 301